Well this Saturday my oldest son, a freshman, plays his first college game. Coach let him know he would get alot of playing time this weekend and he called estatic. Dad and I did a little dance in the living room after we got off the phone. Weird thing is last night when my other son and husband had gone off to never never sleep land I was sitting on the couch. All of a sudden those big tears started rolling down my cheeks. Not the cute tears, you know the ones, larger than an elephants tears. Anyhow I just sat there petting my dog and crying. Could not figure it out until this morning. Driving to school I heard a woman say on the radio how proud she was of her children and I realized those were just tears of love and pride. Proud of my children and proud of my husband and I because we have helped our sons reach their dreams.
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