Nate was full of unexpected kindness this weekend.
Friday, we were enjoying time with the neighbours on their patio. I told Nate it was time to leave and started gathering our stuff. When I looked up, Nate was nowhere to be seen. We eventually found him inside the neighbours house cleaning up the toy he had been playing with. He told us later he had trouble finding the room (he had never been upstairs in their house, but he did manage to find the right place to put the toy by finding the spot for similar toys).
Saturday, I was working in the basement with my Dad and Nate, and I cut myself. As I was upstairs (2nd floor) putting on a bandaid when I heard somebody coming up the stairs. Then a small voice, "Dad are you okay?"
"Yes, Nate, I'm fine."
"I was just checking if you were alright. It's good to check on people when they get hurt."
"Thanks, Nate."
Sunday, Sara's helping Nate with something in the kitchen. Meanwhile, James starts running from the living room, runs right through the dining room, comes to a quick stop in the kitchen doorway and throws a toy with all his might at Nate and Sara and takes off. James gets admonished. Once Nate's done in the kitchen he starts searching around the house until he finds a ball and gives it to James. "Here you go, James. Here is something you can throw."
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4 comments:
Let's be honest. That's just good parenting.
I wish.
Give yourself at least the credit for noticing how special Nate is and encouraging the best in him. The fact that you take note of all these things and appreciate them is what makes you a great parent.
No need to take the credit Jon. Clearly all these great character traits have been inherited from his uncle Steve ;)
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