Yesterday my son’s teacher told me that they have a new girl in his class. She just turned three and is in a class of mostly boys. The teacher said she had looked so sad all morning and nothing they said or did seemed to make any difference.
That is until my son, who is not even 4 yet, went up to her, took her by the hand and said “Hi, my name is P” and then proceeded to walk her out to the playground, still holding her hand, showing her everything and encouraging her to play.
This brought tears to my eyes. I literally cried when the teacher told me this because while my son is sweeter than sugar, he’s also very reserved with strangers.
The idea that he would step out of his comfort zone and TALK to a strange child is huge. He is, after all, in a preschool program for kids with speech delays.
That he would extend himself in such an empathetic and kindhearted way, well, it’s the sort of thing a mother always hopes to hear about her child.
Even though I’m pretty sure I can’t take credit for his display of total awesomeness, I can’t help but to feel SO proud of my little boy :)