Why I want to be just like my kindergartener when I grow up
Ya’ll. This boy! It’s like he’s good at everything I want to be good at. He leaves me with my mouth hanging wide open all the time. That little Daniel amazes me at every turn.
I want to be just like him!
Today I picked him up at school, and his teacher told me she thought he was getting sick.
I waved it off. He’s still getting over this cold they had.
“Mom,” he said, while he waited on the playground for his brothers to get out of school, “I need to go to the bathroom.” I sent him back into school to go to the bathroom.
20 minutes later, I was all, “Geesh, Daniel. You were in there forever.”
What a clueless mom I am.
Daniel handled it all like a champ. He came in, changed his clothes, and packed his suitcase all by himself because he’s going to Nana and Granddaddy’s house this weekend.
I forgot all about his teacher’s warning. I thoroughly didn’t have a clue.
Meanwhile, his fever was getting higher, and he was suffering from some sort of stomach virus.
Finally, he came into my room, laid on my bed, and said, “Mommy. My stomach hurts so bad. I don’t feel good. I might throw up.”
Boy, nothing gets your attention like that sentence does!
I felt him. He was on fire. I took his temp. Yep. Fever. I gave him Tylenol and a smidge of food and drink. I let him lie in bed and watch Home.
I look at his gigantic blue puppy dog eyes and adorable carrot top, and I just think, “Wow. Daniel. I want to be like you.”
I can’t tell you how often I stumble upon Daniel in a room, washing the mirrors or sweeping the floor. Not even kidding. This boy is better than me.
Yes, he is.
He’s a server. He loves to help people. He accomplishes all of his tasks to the best of his ability, and if he is ever lazy, I promise you he must be sleepy or sick.
So yes, I want to be just like him. He’s bold too. There’s a girl in his class that he likes. Does he torture her by pulling her hair and calling her names? Oh but no. Instead, he told her he wants to marry her and always sits by her. Thankfully, she is still his friend! Ha!
I love all my children the same. Adore them. They fill my heart with so much love and pride, and I see so much of myself in them. Every bit of shyness. That’s me. Every bit of laziness. Also me. Every bit of hiding in their room to read. So extremely me. Temper? Me.
But this? This sweet, loving, serving, hard-working little leprechaun? Maybe someday. Maybe someday that will be me too.
I love you, Daniel. Feel better soon.