Well, last sunday was Mors Dag in Sweden. The kids offered to make me breakfast, but I had to go towork. My husband said " we don't really celebrate that here". T1 made me a card and T2 gave me a present. It was a bear that I am sure cost him about $25.00, a sizable chunk of his birthday money. But T2 is like that. Will give you the shirt off his back and then ask you if you are warm enough. Just when I think that the lessons I try and impart to my kids are bouncing off the walls, one of them will light up and show me that he not only knows what time it is…but has a clue as to the feelings of others. I was so surprised and proud. This is what it is all about…the ranting, the raving the ripping out of hair, the repeticious speeches. One minute of every year (or bi-annually) one of the kids will shine and I can bask in that love and pride until 15 minutes later when one of them reverts back to their nonsense and the thrill is gone. Oh, well. I still have my bear.