I heard this story within minutes of coming home from my trip, right after the knock-me-over hugs, even before the what-did-you-bring-mes. “I have to tell you what Ella’s teacher told me about Carson,” my mother in law said, smiling. This story, it let me know that maybe I’m doing something right as his mama.
She was crying at school drop off, his little sister, because she didn’t want to go. It’s hard when the morning routines are different, when mom’s not there, and he knew. Everyday he walks with her, they slowly make their ways to their respective classrooms, but that day he held her hand and escorted her to her class since she couldn’t stop crying. At her classroom door, he looked into her eyes and told her that everything would be okay. He told her that he’d be right down the hall if she needed anything and then he gave his little sister a hug before going to his own classroom.
I love this boy’s kind heart and I’m in awe at how much he protects and cares for his sister.
He’s good. He’s really, really good.