Today I went to pick up Sum from school. I ran into his favorite occupational therapist in the hallway who loves him just as much as he loves her. She has actually told me that he and the other little boy with WS are her two favorites, she has had them since they were babies. We started talking as we walked towards the classroom and she told me that when she dropped off another child in his classroom from therapy earlier that the child started to cry and so she sat down with him to comfort and that Summit had walked over.
My little angel is sympathetic, when kids cry he gets upset and tries to comfort them whether or not he knows them. He is compassionate and sweet, always exceeding my expectations.
Expecting another story about how great my child was, I listened eagerly, wanting my parent ego tank filled some more. “and then Summit walked over, was furious, and snatched the toy out of the other child’s hands and tried to push him off my lap!” finished his therapist adding she had never seen him act like that before.
Well, then.
It’s funny how little things like that happen. The things that we take pride in, how ever little or big, God has a way removing them and realigning us with his will. Sometimes all you can do is keep the smile in place while cringing on the inside. (Or laugh about it, but much, much later when no one is around but your husband!)