This morning’s preschool drop off was pretty typical. Once he had pulled into the alleyway and were waiting our turn to move forward, Gus jumped out of his car seat and into the passenger seat. I think the fact that he gets to see in the passenger seat for drop off is one of his favorite parts about school. When our turn came, I let him push the buttons to unlock all the doors and then slipped his Spiderman backpack on him. Next I gave him a big kiss.
His teacher, Ms. Gloria, opened the door and took his hand to help him out. Gus turned to look at me.
“I love you mama,” He sang out, “You have a great day, okay, mama? Okay?”
“I will, Gus. You too.” I called as he skipped off.
Ms. Glory just shook her head and smiled, “He is such a sweet little boy.”
And I beamed.
Because he is.
He is the most rough and tumble little guy on the planet. He spends his days racing around as a superhero and fighting bad guys. His clothes are filthy and his knees are skinned. There’s always a band-aid somewhere on his body from a real or imagined wound. He climbs and he jumps. He shrieks and he laughs like a madman.
Yesterday we had some friends over to play. I came into the living room to find him reading to “Baby Luca.” He was pointing to the characters and explaining in great detail who each one was.
His heart is so tender. He genuinely loves all people. And this morning I am a bit proud. Ms. Gloria was right. He is one of the sweetest little boys. And I’d like to think I might have just a little bit to do with that.