Touched

We had a big lunch last Sunday, cos of Popo’s birthday. I went into food coma and fell asleep on way home, crashing into bed once we reached home.

Christian followed me into the room, with his sister behind him. He nattered away but paused in mid-sentence and suddenly said ‘Wait.’ with his palms faced outwards.

With a serious look on his face, he proceeded to dig out the folded blanket far away from me, dragging it over and clumsily truing to open it up to cover me.

I went “Awww…” in my sleepy state but he went further, leading his sister out saying “Come let’s go out, let’s not disturb mama.”

A part of me is happy he is finally thinking for others, and yet I am a little sad that the self-centred toddler/preschooler is partially gone.

Sigh. The great contradiction of parenting.