It's one of the big challenges of parenting, and it's a big reason for my belief in deep involvement in our kids lives. We have to hope that some of it will rub off on their peers. It's so lovely that you're raising them with the servant's heart. It's so rare. Just today I was upset that my oldest won't be here to see the Star Wars premier (we are quite serious about Star Wars here). Then he told me he had promised my mom and dad he wouldn't miss their Christmas celebration (we can't afford to go up there this year, but he's close by) and that he had noticed their sadness when his cousins left early on thanksgiving, so he wanted to be sure to spend the whole weekend with them. At that point how can I feel anything other than pride?