A proud day for a mother

My nephew’s birthday party was held in a big park on the weekend. My boys, 12 and 14, were the eldest kids there and took it upon themselves to look after their cousins and the other kids, the eldest being my nephew at the ripe old age of 6.

They spent hours running around with them, pushing them on their bikes, helping them with their food and watching them on the playground.

My youngest son had bought a “vortex” (it looks a bit like a rocket and makes a whistling noise when you throw it) and a game started up among the older boys and the much older boys (the husbands).

There was another party going on about 20 metres away with a lone child who watched the guys playing. My youngest son spotted him and encouraged him to come join them. The boys face lit up as he joined in and then followed my son like a puppy for the rest of the afternoon.

When the party ended and we were leaving the park, the little boy was still hanging around, looking sad that we were going. My son chatted with him and gave him the vortex saying it had been fun playing with him. The little boy ran off in disbelief but soon returned with his mum who was trying to return the toy.

“No, it’s okay, I have another one at home”, my son lied to assure the family he wanted their son to have his gift.

I don’t think I would have to tell any mother just how proud I was of my boy that day. His thoughtful inclusion had made this little boy’s day and hopefully shown the family that there really are good people in this world… big and small. – Lis

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