I talked to my brother for a just a few minutes on the phone — that's how we roll — and caught up on what's happening in his household today.
Everyone there was gearing up for NFL games and dinner, to be made by Nephew #1, as he does every other Saturday night. I got the update on the boys' various activities and chores when a light-hearted wrestling match broke out in the back room, so there was a play-by-play on that. And the weather report: cold.
I hung up thinking about the happy clatter that came through the phone, and I pictured the little-boy storm rolling around the residence. It's a three-ring circus, non-stop action, and I like how my nephews are growing up. It's not by chance.
There's a lot in the news this week about parenting styles, and debate over what is the right mix of discipline and freedom. That is the eternal question! Raising kids is the toughest job in the world and my brother and sister-in-law are doing it very well. Wish I could be there for dinner tonight (I think).