We Always Go

Tomorrow morning we could sleep in. We could lounge about in pajamas, eat a leisurely breakfast, and chillax like the cool kids we are. There’s no school tomorrow. So we could do that.

But we’ll get up at our normal hour and get dressed. We’ll eat a normal breakfast and get out the door a little earlier than we have been in the past few weeks since the boys stopped riding the bus. We’ll arrive at the school and sit in chairs outside of classrooms waiting to speak to the kids’ teachers.

It’s Parent-Teacher Conference day.

We’ll go even though I know, down to the percentages, what grades will be on the report cards their teachers will push across the table at us. We’ll go even though we know we have smart, well-behaved boys. We’ll go even though sleeping in and being a bit lazy on a Friday seem vastly more appealing than heading into school on a Friday morning.

We’ll go because while academics are important, one lesson we are always striving to teach the boys is one of respect. Showing up to listen to our sons’ teachers for 15 minutes is a sign of respect. And so, we go. We’ll listen to what they have to say—one boy is smart and talks too much, one boy is smart and maybe doesn’t talk enough. We’ll ask questions about what else we can be doing at home beyond our everyday involvement, our massive library, our educational opportunities. We’ll give our thanks for caring for our sons five days a week, for helping guide them in their early education.


And then we’ll go get donuts, because one report card of straight A’s and one report card of many Outstanding marks requires donuts. Obviously.


52 Weeks of Brotherhood: The One with the Race Medals

With Their Medals

I’ve already showed you racing photos and talked about how proud I was of these two little guys for running their first ever race. I’ve told you how LittleBrother wants to run it again. I didn’t get to tell you yet how he had me hang his medal up with his soccer and baseball medals, how he asked me to find a way to hang his race bib up on his wall.

Immediately Post-Race

I didn’t tell you that every time I found our family in the crowds, I found the boys and their monster hats first; I always saw them first before I found any of the adults. My soul seeks them out. I zeroed in on their faces and felt as if I could run eleven million more miles just to see that smile again—just to see that look of pride on their face again.

I didn’t tell you how we all posed with our medals after my husband and I ran our races… and how it meant more to me than any medal picture I’ve ever taken or posed for in all eternity.

Medals for All

There’s just so much I want to remember about our family time from this past weekend. It was a good weekend for brothers; it was a good weekend for the four of us. I will hold it close for a very long time.