"Baby, I can fly like a bird
when you touch me with your eyes
Flying through the skies
I've never felt the same
but I am not a bird
and I am not a plane
When you love me it's easy."
~ Barbra Streisand
Harry: "TWOOOOO MI-NUUUUTTES! Let's go guys! Hustle up!"
Scrambling to the garage to head to the car.
Isaiah: "Ready to rock and roll, Dad!"
Begins to run down the stairs quickly as Zachary dawdles near the door.
Me: "Yes, Toogie?"
Zachary: "Hug please."
Me: "Coming right up!"
Next I launched into my daily out-the-door affirmations. . .
Me: "Have a wonderful day, son. Work hard and make good choices, okay? Put on your listening ears and speak up like a young man, alright?"
Zachary: "Yes, Mama."
Me: "And remember: You're the head and not the -- what?"
Me: "You're a leader and not a -- what?"
Me: "Good." Helping him into his coat and getting his backpack on. "And know that I'm always super proud of you and I love you very, very, very much!"
Zachary: "I know, Mama."
Zachary starts down the garage stairs behind Isaiah and then stops midway.
Zachary: "Mama? Thank you for making me feel like I'm confident."
Zachary: "And you know what, Mama? Confident is when you try to do something and feel like you know you can do it."
Me: "Is that how you feel?"
Zachary: *nods head*
Before I could respond, he scuffled down the steps with his giant backpack bouncing behind him and dove head first into Harry's truck. I stood there watching as the car pulled away. . . feeling glad that my son felt confident and that, without knowing, his words had given me confidence, too.
And off the Manning boys went toward school . . . while the Manning girl went back inside to get some tissues for her leaky eyes.
Now playing on my mental iPod. . . . praying my babies always, always feel this way.