My little boy is such a sweetheart. I know I'm biased, but really. No, really.
He came home Friday from school carrying a little goodie-type cellophane bag filled with what appeared to be shiny tinsel-like material. He informed me that it was a Christmas ornament that was "very breakable" and we had to be careful until we got home.
As soon as we walked in the door, with the bag delicately clasped in one hand before him, he reached in and pulled out all that shiny red tinsel (which then went all over the floor, but whatever) to reveal a glass ornament that he had painted at school. He proudly found a spot for it on the tree, hung it up and admired it for a moment or two, and then turned and asked me for some string and tape.
"What do you need string and tape for?" I asked him.
For a little project he said. He was going to draw some hearts on paper and color them purple. And then he was going to cut them out and tape some string on them to make a bracelet. And then he was going to take it to school for his friend Jen.
My first thought was that he had a little crush on Jen or something. But that wasn't the case at all.
Jen, you see, got only plain red paper strips as padding in her cellophane ornament bag, rather than the shiny red tinsel -- a slight that surely was causing her pain wherever she was at that moment. So my son took it upon himself to heal that wound with his ministrations -- or at least a few purple hearts on a string.
It was so sweet that I just wanted to wrap him in my arms and shower him with love for being such a thoughtful little guy. There are times when the extraordinary self-centeredness of kids (and some adults) can really blow me away, but this was when of those times that was quite the contrary.
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