Tears fill my eyes . . .

Out with my boys to visit my mom and stopped by White Castles. The tears come to my eyes because a memory of my sons treating each other poorly over some French fries we had in a McDonald's in Alabama. To save money I was not able to buy each kid fries. I asked one son to share fries with the other kid and he threw a fry in anger to the other son. I was so full of anger at this foolishness. Then today I asked the son who was treated badly to give his fries to his brother and he did. This was a much different experience. My mind is flooded at times by my mess ups. I know I have done well as a parent at times. I also know I have failed miserably. It is my hope that I continue to learn.
Peace.