Yesterday, J reminded me that he's not always an obnoxious, mouthy 9-year-old teenager wannabe. I was sitting out on the front porch waiting for the bus to bring my children home after school. When it pulled up, immediately out popped J. I waited to see what he'd do, because he has strict instructions to look after his baby sister on the bus & make sure she gets off at our house. Not only did he make sure she got off, but he HELPED her off the bus! He literally turned around and lifted her down off the bottom step. Nothing has touched my heart quite like that in a long, long time.
When they got to the front door I hugged them & asked about their day, then I pulled him aside to tell him how much it meant to me that he did that. He said, "Yeah, after the first time, I looked back at the step, then at her legs and knew it was too high for her."
It's the little moments like this that make me hopeful that I'm raising a gentleman a mom can be proud of - and moments like this make me wish I had my camera at the ready!!!
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Oh what a precious precious boy!!
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