Superman.

"Baby, I can fly like a bird

when you touch me with your eyes

Flying through the skies

I've never felt the same

but I am not a bird

and I am not a plane

I'm Superman

When you love me it's easy."

~ Barbra Streisand

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This morning:

Harry:  "TWOOOOO MI-NUUUUTTES! Let's go guys! Hustle up!"

Scrambling to the garage to head to the car.

Isaiah: "Ready to rock and roll, Dad!"

Begins to run down the stairs quickly as Zachary dawdles near the door.

Zachary:  "Mama?"

Me:  "Yes, Toogie?"

Zachary:  "Hug please."

Me:  "Coming right up!"

*hug*

Next I launched into my daily out-the-door affirmations. . . 

Me:  "Have a wonderful day, son. Work hard and make good choices, okay? Put on your listening ears and speak up like a young man, alright?"

Zachary: "Yes, Mama."

Me: "And remember: You're the head and not the -- what?"

Zachary:  "Tail."

Me: "You're a leader and not a -- what?"

Zachary:  "Follower."

Me: "Good." Helping him into his coat and getting his backpack on. "And know that I'm always super proud of you and I love you very, very, very much!"

Zachary:  "I know, Mama." 

Zachary starts down the garage stairs behind Isaiah and then stops midway.

Zachary: "Mama? Thank you for making me feel like I'm confident."

Me: *swoon* 

Zachary:  "And you know what, Mama? Confident is when you try to do something and feel like you know you can do it."

Me:  "Is that how you feel?"

Zachary:  *nods head*

Before I could respond, he scuffled down the steps with his giant backpack bouncing behind him and dove head first into Harry's truck. I stood there watching as the car pulled away. . . feeling glad that my son felt confident and that, without knowing, his words had given me confidence, too.

And off the Manning boys went toward school . . . while the Manning girl went back inside to get some tissues for her leaky eyes.

*sniffle*

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Now playing on my mental iPod. . . . praying my babies always, always feel this way.