365 Days of Reflections (Day 94)

I’ve been picking my secondborn up from school for several days in a row now.

And every time we get home, he does the same thing.

He tries to open the door for people.

We’d still be a couple of metres away, and the moment he sees someone approaching, he runs ahead or run back and holds the door open for them.

Like a little doorman.

A noble, honest job. Nothing wrong with that at all.

He calls them “strangers,” but really, they’re our neighbours.

And they’re good people.

I love his innocence.

I love that he wants to be helpful.

And moments like this remind me that despite all the mischief…

he’s actually a really good boy.

Today, he even ran back to the door when he saw a neighbour leaving the condominium, just so he could hold it open again.

The neighbour smiled at me and said, “Oh, he’s so sweet.”

She’s right.