It’s was the last day for my middle schoolers. The kindergarten had already been out for almost two weeks.
Summer is here. All 87 degrees of sweaty heat.
My daughter had
asked begged to be allowed to have a end of the year party. She and her friend were dying to invite a few people and celebrate their 10 or so weeks of freedom.
I said yes. Because I’m a glutton for punishment.
While they were in school enjoying their last day, which ended at 10:50 am, I was going to Sam’s Club to get a few munchies so that this could be a way cool party. I had my youngest in the car with me because if I had left him at home, I would have probably been arrested…although, I thought about it. He’s been so whiny these last couple of days. Note to self: sign him up for camp, ASAP.
I pull into the parking lot and get out of my car. He’s still sitting there, holding two one dollar bills.
Him: Mommy. (he is rubbing the money, inspecting it, feeling it) I was just thinking. Maybe I should give these monies to some peoples who have no monies and no house.
Me: Oh honey, that’s so sweet. If you’d like to, you can.
Him: Because you know, Mommy, some people have no monies and some people have no houses. And I think they should have these.
Me: You are the sweetest, kindest, awesomest, most wonderful boy.
Him: Mommy stop it, you’re embarrassing me.
So, it was decided that I should stop gushing on and on and he will donate his two one dollar bills.
The amazing thing was how unprompted this was. It was his thought and his alone. As much as I love my other kids, and you know I do, I don’t know a single child in my house that would willingly give up their tooth money, allowance money, birthday money…to help other people. Video games, yes. iTouch, iPhone apps…for sure. Donations to Salvation Army or a charity of any kind…highly doubtful, much to my shame. Although, my daughter did raise a bunch of money to donate to Child Cancer Research Fund and I am so proud of her!
This is my 6 year old though. The kid that, on days he was allowed to bring toys to school to share with the other students, he’d make sure to bring a Barbie in for the girls in his class.
On days when he is so whiny and such a pain in the ass…and I’m yelling at him to stop being obnoxious…
his goodness shines through.
And even though he goes back to whining, I can overlook it. For a little bit. Because I am raising a kind, generous, giving…GOOD person.
He makes me so proud.