My Youngest Son

I was thinking of keeping this post to myself but as I am listening to a video this beautiful son made as i write ...oh heck i think i just have show off his other side!

Oh what a night! A disappointment for a bunch of people, that felt like my fault, followed by an embarrassment, then a bit of bliss and expectation followed by more disappointment and even an angry exchange!
But I'm so glad it all happened...
My sweet son came to my rescue...he'd heard the angry exchange and amazingly in my home full of boys could see my side! A quiet knock on my bedroom door and in a moment, I was looking up into the eyes of my youngest son.
First, he wanted to listen to me...
listen to ME!
Then he had one little word of advice..."when I get angry at someone and I just want to get back at them, I think, they don't deserve that. It's not worth it and I just let it go."
Oh my sweet son, thank you.
Thank you for your softly knocking heart at the door of my mind.
I am so thankful for you.
Then we compared our heights in my mirror...yep, my 11 year old son's got 3 inches on me...
I was looking up into his eyes and listening to his heart and letting go and trusting in the Peaceful Poet who thought of such a beautiful Poem as my son.