Cindy: Bragging On My Brood

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This column contains gratuitous bragging about my offspring. If you have a weak stomach or are offended by maternal pride, you may want to give this column a miss.

I blinked, rubbed my eyes and enlarged the font size, but I still struggled to make sense of the text I recently received. “Not 2nite but 2moro GR8. TTYL.” I wanted to reply, “Who are you and what have you done to the written word!?” but I restrained myself. Chat acronyms and text abbreviations litter our language like so much confetti. I recently found myself actually saying OMG. Not “oh my gosh,” but just the letters O. M. G. It was like a Kardashian had possessed me. It shook me. But when I despair over the state of the written word, it cheers me to think of my sons. All is not lost, because all four of them can write. They use real words and complete sentences, too/ Cindy Hval , SR Front Porch. More here.

Question: How often do you brag up your kids?