I'm really thankful for my son. He's only 9 years old but lately, he has done many things that warmed my heart. Of course he has his flaws and irritating habits but overall, he has been a big help and a sweetheart.
Among my 3 kids, he was the first to know about my pregnancy because I chose to tell him first, knowing he would not spread it around; not because he is great at keeping secrets, but because I knew the news wouldn't impact him much and he would soon forget about it. I was right.
He was really sweet when I said that he would have to help out more at home, especially when the baby arrives; instead of protesting or at least making a face, he said, "But I only know how to mop the floor wor..."
He's also the only one who does his chores without comment and will answer cheerfully with an "OK!" when I tell him it's time to throw out the rubbish or water the plants, or please can he wash my plate?
At this juncture, I should perhaps balance out my gushing with a realistic write up about everything about my son that needs improvement... but I won't. I know very well that he's not perfect but for this rare moment, I'm choosing to only remember all that's lovely about him.
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