The boys were going at it yesterday. I looked out the window and saw it all unfold. It was ugly. It was physical, words back and forth, and at some point the middle finger went up. Of course I was excluded from the content of it since I was witnessing it all from a distance.
It was clear feelings got hurt because when we were all inside their faces said it all. They refused to be in one area, and they were not speaking to one another. It was serious. And in the midst, I see boy 1 do something amazing. He served his brother. In the midst of anger, of: “I am not going to talk to him for a longggg time” he still did good. He carried his brother’s laundry up from the basement to his brother’s room.
It was an amazing sight because have we not done just that with both boys? We kept serving them even though we were so hurt, in the midst of anger, and definitely when they did not deserve to be served. It made me quite proud of that boy. He watched us well! This is such an important attribute to life, we serve. And when we serve those who deserve it the least, we love deeply those who need it most.
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