Every night as I tuck my little man in, we say our prayers together. Then we snuggle for a couple more minutes and talk one last time about his day. I ask him if he had a good day, and what his favorite part about the day was. He tells me (usually for the second time that evening--we've usually already had this conversation at the dinner table, but between dinner and bedtime his answer could conceivably change).
Tonight, in addition to this usual discussion point, I tried to include a little self-esteem boost a la my mother-in-law (she's the queen of doing this with her sons, her daughters-in-law and her grandchildren, which I think is great--and not just because sometimes I'm on the receiving end).
K: Connor, I'm so glad that God gave you to us. He could have given us any little boy in the
world, but He chose to give you to us. And I'm so glad, because you're a pretty awesome
little boy.
C: (grins proudly)
K: Did you know that you're awesome?
C: Yeah, I can beat old men at racing.
I guess he didn't need a self-esteem boost tonight. He must have spent some part of his day racing old men, and apparently, that's all it takes.
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Funny!!! I love the things they say and apparently it just keeps getting better.
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