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Fussypants and I have talk time in the car on the way home from preschool. I ask him questions about his day, open ones so I get real answers instead of yes and no, like “What did you do today” and “Who did you play with”. Sometimes he sings me snippets of songs that he learned (the latest verse he recently busted out with was “this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine“) or tells me about playing baseball, or pretending to be a monster and chasing the girls. It’s a nice way to catch up, just the two of us, and pass the time during the drive home.

Last night he told me he played with Luke, which was a name I didn’t recognize but didn’t think too much of it. When I asked him who Luke was, he simply said my friend.

This morning his teacher told me that my son is one of the nicest, if not the nicest, kids in the class. He always makes the other kids feel welcome, he always encourages the others to join group play, he makes sure that everyone has a toy or play dough and he is the kid that the others follow around and want to do whatever he is doing. She then said that they had two new boys in class that started this week and the one who started yesterday was having a hard time with it (not unusual, these kids are two) but Mattias buddied up with him, without prompting, and made sure that he was included in the group and had toys to play with and even sat by him during lunch. When I asked who the boy was, she said his name is Luke.

I’m an emotional person anyway but am super amplified right now due to the fertility drugs so I almost burst into tears. To have someone other than your family and friends tell you that your son is kind, friendly and considerate warms you from the inside out. My wish for my son is that he be happy and healthy but to know that he is also sweet and kind means so much. My husband and I are doing something right.

So let’s hope that he stays this way, even when puberty hits. :)

Have a wonderful Friday!


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