Really sweet story I wanted to share with you.
My son Sawyer is 11 years old. When I describe him I use words like smart, athletic, kind, and empathetic. I honestly think he got the best parts of his Dad and me.
And of all four of my kids, I worry the most about him. That surprises people sometimes when I share that. But he’s my tender one. He carries the most. And he worries the most about his brother Cooper who is autistic.
The other day, during a game, a mom I didn’t know, asked if I was Sawyer’s mom and went onto tell me how he is the sweetest boy.
She went onto tell me that her son (who is on the team) has some challenges managing his emotions.
And how at the previous game, when her son was struck out to end the inning, he went into the dugout and lost it. Started hyperventilating and sobbing.
She said she watched Sawyer walk right over to him. He didn’t hesitate. She also said everyone else, adults included, either looked away or looked annoyed.
‘Take deep breaths. Feel your chest breathing.’
That’s what we say to Cooper. For years, when he is struggling, I place a hand gently on his chest, and talk to him about his breathing.
I think we forget as parents that our kids are always watching and learning.
This kid. He has the best parts.
Don’t forget about the siblings. Focus on them. Remind them they are special and wonderful and more.
