Proud of my Kids

On Wednesdays, my beautiful bride has a weekly meeting as part of one of her three jobs. During the winter, my mother-in-law cares for our youngest during these meetings. However, the in-laws haven't returned from their Colorado summer, so in the mean time, I have the great opportunity to entertain my youngest for a couple of hours each week. During this time, I have my youngest in the office and following me around while I work.

Today we stopped by the office of a co-worker, who just praised my son for his well behavior. With each compliment, I took great pride in my son. He is well behaved, at least most of the time. During our brief couple of hours each week, he rarely complains about the computer work I'm typically involved with or an improptu meeting that erupts in my office. We typically share a sandwich and chips, and he takes great pride in walking up the stairs to choose a drink during his stay.

Obviously some credit is awarded to me for my son's behavior. While I do believe I have some influence, I extend the majority of these accolades to my lovely wife. For the better part of each day, she is the model my children observe. Her love and care for the children can not be challenged, and I'm honored by how well she has modeled, nurtured, and prepared both our children and me as her husband and their father.