Skittles, Starbursts and Sprite, can make Momma Cry

I hear the shuffle-bump of tired teenaged feet on the porch, the front door opens.....

"Noah! Guess what I brought you???"" Shouts the big boys, In varying tones of voice change.

"Spwite? Skiddles? Stawrbursts?" Guesses the little one, who's been left behind with Mom all day.

"Yep!" Say two teenagers with grins like lighthouses.

"How did you KNOW? I've been WAITING for a tweat, ALL day."

The little Skittle eater hugs the legs of both teenagers. "I love you, you're my favorite brothers" (we giggle- they are his only brothers...but he means it with all his heart. THEY are his favorite brothers.)

The teens retreat to their afterschool "downtime". I don't complain about candy before dinner, or pop rotting teeth. I just.....

Cry. The happy cry.

Sometimes- as a mom... I wonder. Are they getting it? Are we loving them enough? Are we tough enough? Are we too tough? Do they value each other? Will they EVER be thoughtful of somone elses feelings?

And then, they bring home Skittles and Sprite. Bought with their own lunch money.

To the little guy- it means they thought of him. It's like he is a "Part" of their big boy experience. They tell him about the pop-machine. They tell him about the Candy machine. He feels like they love him. They think of him....maybe even miss him.

The best part? They do this on a regular basis. At least a couple times a week, no worries though- I don't cry every time.... just when I'm PMSing;)

Yeah, they get it. And I am so thankful.

Dear Lord- I thank and praise you for my guys- I pray that you'll continue to mature them, draw them ever closer to you Lord- teach them your ways, thank you again- for my wonderful Skittle and Sprite gifting boys.