When Josh has his mind set on something, it really throws him off if he doesn’t get it. This happens a lot with the coveted duck at the park. It’s a riding toy set on a heavy spring, so you can rock back and forth on it. There is only one duck at this park, and all the kids want to ride it. I have had to hold Josh back and teach him not to push other kids off it a number of times.
On this particular day, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him running towards the duck. There was another little boy running towards it at the same time. I cringe inside, anticipating disaster to happen. The other little boy was probably around 2, and much smaller than Josh. They arrived at the duck at the same time. I held my breath, waiting to see what happens next. I try not to interfere until necessary.
Josh stood there, looking at the other boy, and he walked away. No crying, no fighting.
Wait. What? He walked away? My little brain was still trying to process what happened.
A few minutes later, the other little boy got off the duck, and Josh went back for it. I walked over and ask him, “Hey buddy, I saw that you let that other little boy ride the duck. Can you tell me why?” I tried to ask in a matter-of-fact tone.
He said, “Oh, because he was little. So I let him go first,” also in a matter-of-fact tone.
That’s when I felt a parental pride bursting in my heart.