A phrase we say a lot in this family is "I love you." Not a day goes by that Greg and I don't tell the boys that we love them. Often, they hear it several times in a 24-hour period. They always smile and say they love us back. Both of our kids are rather affectionate, something I am proud of. Eventually, the boys began initiating the "I love you's" to us on their own. Sometimes we'll be playing a game of Monopoly, or looking at a photo scrapbook, when one of them will stop what they're doing and say, "love you, Momma." Instant smile on my face.
The boys have now taken it one step further. Of course, they are typical 110% boys who rough-house, take a puck to the head while playing hockey in the basement, and share without fighting about 4 days out of the month. Yet, every so often, they will be playing together and I will overhear this:
"Love you, bubby." "Love you, too." Then they go back to getting the bad guys.
It warms my heart to hear that they care about each other, and icing on the cake is that they aren't afraid to show it. On days when I doubt my parenting choices, three little words let me know I'm doing something right...
I love you.
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