Posting a comment the other day on a fellow blogger’s post brought back a sweet memory.
Last spring Big Boy came home with a fist full of weeds for me regularly. I always smiled, gave him a kiss on the head and put them in water till they wilted the next day. By then he always had more for me.
One day he came home angry. Big Boy huffed and puffed as he gave them to me. I asked what the problem was and he said ‘I don’t think I should even give them to you. The neighbor boy said you would only say you like them. He said Mommy’s don’t like weeds.”
My heart went into my throat and I was stunned for a minute. Visions of me stuffing a hand full of weeds in the neighborhood boys face flashed in my mind and then I remembered he was someones big boy too. “Well what do you think?”
He was thoughtful for a minute and then said “I think you like them because we love each other.”
“EXACTLY!” I grinned, couldn’t have said that better myself. I gave him a big squeeze and proudly put his weeds in water and then placed them on the dining room table. “Perhaps not all mom’s like weeds. I don’t know how they all feel. BUT I know how I feel when you bring them to me. I feel special and so I like them always!”
His happy little face beaming at me as I put the flowers on the table told me the crisis was averted.
It is hard to find gentlemen now a days, even among adults, so his gentleman heart showing through always fills my heart with hope, warmth and thankfulness. The hope is there because I really desire him to grow up this thoughtful, from this kind of great boy into a kind and great man.
TTFN
Aww! Sweet story. What a great little man you have and I loved your response to the situation. Cause you are totally right, it doesn’t matter what they give you it is the fact that they think of you and bother to give you something 🙂
so sweet.
I love this blog. It’s so sweet and such a great reminder to appreciate the little things because they mean so much to our little ones. Thanks for sharing this Becky.