I hit Goodwill today looking for some cheap pants for one of Bradys roommates who just got a job at Target. Anyway, one of my favorite games at Goodwill is to hold up horrible items of apparel next to my companions or myself and kill myself laughing. So Brady is allowing me to hold up a variety of abominable articles of womens clothes next to him--Each jeweled, pastel, paisleyed, puff-penned, beribboned abomination worse that the last. He sighs, and looks into the distance, muttering, Im going to kill you. As we walk up to the checkout line, a young mother with a maybe one year old baby boy smiles and asks, Is that your son? I say yes, he is. She says, I hope I have a relationship like that with my son when hes grown. I tell her, yes, Brady is a great kid and he smiles and says confidently, Im pretty great. Yes, puppy, yes you are. Hes becoming a fine young man. Honorable, caring, kind, but certainly not a wimp. Responsible, respectful, honest, a all-around good person--I am proud of him and excited about seeing how he continues to grow and change. Parenting is terrifying but totally worth it. :)
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 02:05:19 +0000
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