Brotherly Love

Watching one of your kids get their heart broken is painful.

Painful is too small a word.

I read a quote yesterday on Pam's blog. I love her blog. She works in a library (as you know, libraries are my favorite place to be) and she reviews books, along with some other great stuff. I now have a list of books I look for when I go to the library that Pam recommended.

Anywho, back to the quote it says, "Children can be happy when their parents are miserable. But a parent is never happier than her unhappiest child." (Laura Lipman, What the Dead Know, posted 2/23/09)

That is so true. And I will tell you from experience that a mother witnessing her child in pain will feel that same pain tenfold.

That's why I keep telling my daughters "boys suck~let's throw rocks at them."

Not date them.

But they don't listen.

And it's the same for my boys. I keep telling them "stay away from girls they're nothing but trouble!"

But it's like talking to a brick wall (a hormone infested brick wall-but a brick wall none the less).

I know they have to grow up at some point and learn their own life lessons but it doesn't make it any less painful to watch.

Mac had a blow to the heart a couple days ago. It was the evening that I was at Tony's soccer game. The Hubs was out of town too.

So it was just poor Bud here to comfort his little sis.

While she sobbed he tried to help.

He turned down the lights. He turned off the TV.

He offered to go get her chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream from the store.

He offered to make her a batch of cookies.

He offered to go beat up the boy....

He left her alone to cry for a while.

He's a pretty good brother if you ask me.