Yesterday, my son fell off his bike and hit his head on our driveway. I heard him scream, ran outside and scooped him up, then tried to make the pain go away by distracting him. He has never been one to accept that a kiss or hug will make his boo-boo’s go away. He instead wants something to take his mind off it.
We sat down on a swing in our backyard and I showed him the budding leaves on the tree, then I pointed at the blue sky and said, “I love spring. The sunshine makes me so happy.” Then I asked him, “What makes you happy?”
My guess is that he thought he’d get an extra cookie after dinner when he replied, “Your smile, Mom.”
Then he shot butterflies and rainbows out of his fingertips. Okay, not really…but the comment about my smile…totally true.