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My little man

I just put my little man to bed. I am so in love with that little boy! He's just the sweetest little thing! The other day while walking on the marina, he stopped to look at a fish in the water. He said 'Look, Mommy a fish! I think he lost his mommy! We have to save him!' He was genuinely upset. I said, 'Baby, I'm sure he's ok. He's just going for a swim.' He said, 'No, Mommy! Save him! Please!' I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to tell him. All I thought was, the poor thing is just like me! He's not even 3 and he wants to save the world! I was overwhelmed with love for my sweet boy and gave him a big hug. He said again, 'The fishy lost his Mommy. Please save him!' A man cleaning is boat near by called out to me, 'Yeah Mommy, Jump in and save him!' I shot the guy a look and said, 'Helpful! Thanks!' Luckily, a little further away in the water, I saw some more fish just like the 'lost one' and said, 'Look Baby, his family! He's not lost! His family is right there! Ethan perked up. He smiled and said 'Bye Fishy, see you soon!'
He's such a sensitive soul. I had hoped he wouldn't end up like me in that way, but it appears he will be. I guess my job as his mother will be to find a way to make sure it doesn't get the best of him.

Comments

Tara said…
Hey Er, what a great story! He is so cute! It's not such a bad thing to want to save the world! I didn't even think to comment on here because of FB, but saw your new comment thread and thought I would join the ranks. Hope you are doing well. Wish we could have gotten together. Maybe next time. =)
Erren said…
Hey Tara. I never had a comment thread because i never had any comments. In one day they all started. I'm hoping it keeps coming too because sometimes I feel like I'm talking to myself! Thanks for joining the ranks :-)

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