In the car on the way home from picking the kids up from school, The Princess was telling me that she forgot her jacket at lunch and she wasn't allowed to go back to her classroom and get it. (don't even get me started on how insanely ridiculous I think that is - it's not the point of the story) She was understandably cold when they went outside so her brother, The Bear, gave her his jacket. I was really proud of him for doing that and I told him so. There are times (like tonight after dinner when the three of them made some questionable choices that got them into trouble and caused a bloody lip - yes a bloody lip) that I wonder if they hear anything that we are saying to them. There are days when I feel like I am saying the same things over and over. I get tired of hearing my own voice to be honest. But moments like this, when they do things so inherently nice and kind and thoughtful make me think that we must be doing something right. Because nice matters.
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