Kindness from little ones

Waves_and_Smiles

Something lovely happened to me today.

I was due a flat inspection and the Landlords representative visited with her 4 year old boy. My fault because I cannot get to the door myself so had to wait until my partner was here so she had to come after school. They both come in and after staring at me for a bit the little boy wandered over and pressed against my legs. She told him not to do that as "The lady has painful legs so we must be careful." He turned around with a serious face and said "Do you need water?" and told his mum to fetch some. It turns out his granny also has bad legs and he helps her by filling her glass up for her medication. I thanked him and told him what a kind young man he was and his mum absolutely beamed. What a gorgeous little boy, it totally made my day.

Anyone else had some lovely experiences from little ones?

mum2one

Ah bless his heart, he sounds one in a million, - we were in Goa for Easter, and went to this one shop, and the little boy was about 4 yrs old, I shook his hand and he kissed my hand... I was smitten... xx

In_Debt_Bet

I remember when my nephew was about four or five asking him what presents he'd like me me to buy for Father Christmas to deliver to him, he gave me a very serious look and told me I mustn't spend too much money on him

marisco_2

What a heart warming experience you had. He sounds like a little darling, so thoughtful, considerate and mature beyond his years. I'm in the teaching profession and have the privilege, of spending my entire working life surrounded by children. I have lost count hundreds of times over now of examples of how accepting, funny, genuine, kind and loving they can be.

A few years back I was introducing the Nativity story to my class and spoke of the baby Jesus. One little boy shot his hand up, a kid who never normally volunteered any ideas or opinions, so I immediately asked him to share with everyone what he wanted to say. He told me I had got the baby's name wrong. So I asked him what he thought his name should be. He sat there with this incredibly proud smile on his face and said Miss XXXX the baby's name was Wayne. Trying to keep a straight face I asked why he thought this. His response was we were just singing about him in assembly 'A Wayne in a manger'. I gently assured him in front of the whole class, so as to not knock any of his lovely confidence, that he had actually misheard and the baby had in fact been called Jesus. None of the other children in the class poked fun at him, which I thought was so lovely of them.

Bennifred

Heartwarming stories! :A

melanzana

Omg I am in tears now. What a lovely experience.

My little nephew age 8 has cerebral palsy and mild autism. As autistic children do, he needs routine, so it's always pancake making when he stays over with me.

Anyway, one morning, we were making the pancakes as usual, and flipping them, and he was laughing his head off, and said" I love you so much auntie M"

Well, I had to turn my back for a minute, it's the little things.

That same morning, the door slammed from a draught, and the same lad said "that's auntie J saying hello to us"

J, my sister had passed away six months before.

Out of the mouth of babes.

Sorry, I'm indulging myself. That same little lad is making his First Holy Communion (Catholic rite of passage) tomorrow, and we Are all so proud of him.

Such a pity his auntie J cannot be there. But she will be...in spirit.

What a lovely thread. Thank you.

maman

melanzana wrote: »

Omg I am in tears now. What a lovely experience.

My little nephew age 8 has cerebral palsy and mild autism. As autistic children do, he needs routine, so it's always pancake making when he stays over with me.

Anyway, one morning, we were making the pancakes as usual, and flipping them, and he was laughing his head off, and said" I love you so much auntie M"

Well, I had to turn my back for a minute, it's the little things.

That same morning, the door slammed from a draught, and the same lad said "that's auntie J saying hello to us"

J, my sister had passed away six months before.

Out of the mouth of babes.

Sorry, I'm indulging myself. That same little lad is making his First Holy Communion (Catholic rite of passage) tomorrow, and we Are all so proud of him.

Such a pity his auntie J cannot be there. But she will be...in spirit.

What a lovely thread. Thank you.

Thank you so much for your post.


I'll be thinking of the little lad tomorrow.:)

melanzana

maman wrote: »

Thank you so much for your post.


I'll be thinking of the little lad tomorrow.:)

Thanks so much Maman.

We will all be so happy for him, and so proud of his achievements, but it's so tinged with sadness,

But we will laugh aswell. Life goes on. Painfully and happily together sometimes!

Waves_and_Smiles

What adorable stories!

Melanza, I will be thinking of your little nephew, what an adorable boy he is.

I love children but chose never to have any myself as I have many problems, both physical and mental and I didn't trust myself not to negatively influence their life, it was one of the hardest decisions I ever made. But children of all ages are always welcome in my home, they give me light in my life like nothing else does.

marisco_2

I worked with a child once who had very special needs and behavioural challenges. He found it particularly difficult to give eye contact or to understand and express emotion. I had to apply a really creative approach to reach him at times. Every now and then I would feel like I had made a breakthrough. On the last day of the summer term he came up and gave me a massive hug, looked me straight in the eye and said 'thank you for helping me so much'. The Kleenex box on my desk quickly emptied I can tell you.

melanzana

marisco wrote: »

I worked with a child once who had very special needs and behavioural challenges. He found it particularly difficult to give eye contact or to understand and express emotion. I had to apply a really creative approach to reach him at times. Every now and then I would feel like I had made a breakthrough. On the last day of the summer term he came up and gave me a massive hug, looked me straight in the eye and said 'thank you for helping me so much'. The Kleenex box on my desk quickly emptied I can tell you.

I'm so with you on that one.