As you are well aware school has started back. I am looking forward to a fantastic year, especially after Friday. I pick up Thing 1 from the dear friend that takes care of him after school the days that hubs works, and she tells me she was told to give me a message. This of course makes me nervous. She then informs me that the teacher said to let me know that a little boy got upset in class and Thing 1 comforted him. This of course made me proud as punch. I then ask him what happened. He tells me that a little boy spilled his drink today in class and most of the kids laughed at the poor fella. Thing 1 then says that he got the little boy napkins to wipe it up, and he didn't laugh at him.
I really think I could have cried. As i matter of fact I think I did just a smidge. I explained to Thing 1 that this is how I expected him to treat his classmates and that I was over the moon proud of him. All I got was a thank you. He is a child of few words apparently.
It made me feel rather proud to know that maybe JUST MAYBE he actually pays attention to the things I tell him. As a mom I stress over pretty much anything kid related. One of my biggest social fears for them (yes my fears are broken down categorically) is that one of my kids will be "the bully". Thankfully it seems that one of the boys is on the track not to be that way. Thank goodness.
Maybe after 7 years I am starting to figure this being a mama stuff out. 7 Down umpteen more to go.
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