Little Giver

Like any other work day, it started out 15 minutes behind schedule. This no doubt leaves me little more than 45 minutes to get myself and my second grader ready for the day. Let alone the dreaded task of feeding and walking my nincompoop of a canine.

So after we made ourselves presentable, brushed our teeth, and had a bite to eat, I was putting my son’s lunch box in his backpack. I had just removed his cap and gloves from his bag when he pointed out to me that the old set he recently had were no longer in his bag. With a curious look on my face, I responded, “Okay, baby. Where are they?” My son put his glass of milk down on the table and very timidly look up at me. “Please don’t get mad mommy. But I gave them to a friend in my class last week that needed them. And they were my spares so I said he could have them.”

I bent down and gave him a kiss telling him that he did a sweet thing, and I would never be mad about him doing a sweet thing to help a friend. And I felt a great sense of pride and relief wash over me. Proud of my son for being such a thoughtful boy and relief that all the time I’ve spent talking to him about giving to others when we can, he actually heard me.