Our precious nine year old daughter (the youngest) was so excited that he was coming that she wanted to make him a cake, and not just any cake. She got out her little recipe book and chose to make one that included a 9X13 pan and another smaller cake for the top that was the shape of a dome. Then she frosted it all and, lacking the correct ingredients, proceeded to make an original crumb topping out of several ingredients she found. It was delicious. I was so amazed because she didn't need any help from me and that she would go to all that trouble for her brother.
Tonight when the oldest daughter(17) came home from work she was a little weepy and told us of fighting with a boy at work. When her brothers (four were at home at the time because the oldest son had cooked) heard how this boy had treated her, they all wanted to go to his house and threaten him. I managed to keep them home and cool them down, but inside I was proud of them that they wanted to protect their sister and that they had learned one of my rules so well (boys don't fight girls) and were outraged that another boy had not followed the code.
I've been worried about how my children, lately. Then, they go and show me that I don't need to worry at all. I just need to keep loving them and watch them turn into wonderful adults. I'm glad I get to be related to these amazing people and that they seem to love me, too.