I don’t brag about my boys all that often. But Jay deserves it today.
Apparently, there’s a boy in daycare/summer camp who rubs the other boys the wrong way. Who knows why? Politics among 6-year-olds is no more fathomable than politics among adults.
Well, the boys spent part of the rainy Friday building “forts” indoors. Piled pillows for walls, stacked board books for battlements, that kind of thing. This one boy, “Simon,” was purposely excluded by three or four of Jay’s buddies. Again, I don’t have the slightest idea why.
Rather than go with the pack, Jay invited “Simon” to build a two-kid fort with him. So, that’s what they did. And “Simon” wasn’t left out, after all.
Now, I’m not saying Jay’s some kind of kid super hero because he reached out to the ostracized child in the group. It was no big deal, really, because I’m certain they all will have forgotten about it by Monday and the group will have morphed into yet another late-summer social dynamic. After all, school starts Tuesday.
But man, my heart grew three sizes when he told me about it this afternoon. It’s a parenting moment worth remembering. Even worth bragging on a little.
That’s my boy. THAT is my boy.