Growing up

My "Dash" proved something to me yesterday, he possesses empathy. I was beginning to worry. He is 3, and with an 18 month old Sissy that thinks he is the WORLD, you don't see empathy often. I see a lot of hiding from her, taking toys away from her, bullying and the like. He spends a fair amount of time on the bad days in time out. I spend a lot of time trying to figure out where I went wrong.

It was gorgeous yesterday, so I took the toddlers to the park in the morning. I put both children in the toddler swings. They are having a great time with the breeze in their tiny faces. All of a sudden a tiny 2 year old comes up crying, and says "I want to swing". I was prepared to take "Pink Ninja" out even though she is smaller, just because I knew "Dash" would carry on with one of his over dramatizations. The trammels of being three. I hear "Dash" say, "Oh don't cry baby, you can swing in this swing." He puts his arms up and wants help getting out. I lift him out and he goes over to this little 2 year old girl, he hugs and kisses her, (much to her dismay). He says "Be happy, you can have my swing, don't cry."

I seriously about fainted. Seriously, I even called Dear Husband at work to tell him. I am sure it doesn't sound like much, sharing a swing. It is something a 3 year old should do. For one second I felt all was right in my little World, that I am a good Mommy. My "Dash" cares about little girls who cry, who would have thought?