Yesterday Sam and I went to the library to play. The library is less than a year old and the children's area is incredible. There is a huge play house, train table, puppets, and shelves of puzzles and games. Oh yeah - and books.
As usual, I sat myself out of the way and let Sam do his thing. He is so sociable. I watched him at the train table, chatting away happily with the other children. He laughed with a boy at the felt board. One boy wheeled a book cart filled with play food out of the little house. Sam ran after him with a wooden banana and box of pasta, put them into his cart, and ran back to the house.
It is so hard watching my baby turn into a child. As I watch him playing, I am constantly talking to God. "Please, Lord, let the other children be nice to him! Let him be nice to the others! Don't let him be left out or mistreated. Please protect his little heart."
As I say this prayer, the prayer mothers have been saying for centuries, I can honestly feel a pulling ache in my own heart. I always thought "heartstrings" were just a nice part of a sweet saying.
Now I know they are real. I just needed Sam to show me how they are played.
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Oh Em, I know exactly how you feel! I will be devasted if Beckett gets picked on or if he picks on others. I just read the book Nineteen Minutes and it was too hard to read thinking about my own child. I'm confident you have a compassionate little boy on your hands, thanks to your loving guidance.
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