This sounds awfully old-fashioned of me to say but kids these days don't have any respect. They push past me on the MAX or make a mess of the fitting room at Anthro or rush ahead of you through an open door. It makes a parent like me (all 27 years of me) think there is no hope for this next generation. And I have boys, who have such a legacy and societal minefield where respect is concerned. But then I read things like this. And it makes me have hope. Even though I screamed back at Finn today when he refused to take a nap, he could grow into a caring, respectful human being.
And I am busy at work decorating the house for Christmas. James and I bickered our way through the Christmas lights on the house debaucle but it was accomplished. I made a wreath for the front door that promptly hung askew and then fell to the ground the first time I shut the door. And the boys can barely restrain themselves from picking at the tree and all its trimming. But it's Christmas time and I love Christmas time. Even more now that the boys are getting old enough to hear the story and appreciate the magic.
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