A few weeks before Christmas Kevin and I worked with Petie to clean up his room. We knew more toys from our generous families were on there way, so we tried to clear out some clutter. We taught Petie that some of his toys we were giving away to children who didn't have as many toys as he did. He didn't seem to pay much attention to the clean up and was just happy we were all in his room spending time together.
Fast forward to just a few minutes ago. Petie comes out of his room after playing quietly by himself for the past 20 minutes (rare these days) and says to me, "here mom, I want to give this fire truck to the children. I already have another firetruck and I want them to have this one." I said, "are you sure honey? I know how much you love firetrucks (more than any other vehicle he tells me) and I just want to make sure you want to give it away." "Yes mom, the children don't have many toys so I want them to have this one."
I squeezed him extra tight. I almost cried with pride.
We are blessed for sure.
2 comments:
I have chills...what a sweet sweet boy!
I know - we are keeping him for sure now!
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