The Joy of Sharing

Last night after church, we went to Rheudasil Park (fondly known in Flower Mound as "the duck pond"). Nicholas brought his two brand new light sabers that he got at Six Flags the night before. As we were getting out of the car, I told him to leave the light sabers in the car and we would just play on the playground. He didn't like that idea and said that he really wanted to bring them. I explained that I didn't feel like playing with the light sabers with him. Then I said that if he brought them out at the park then they would get dirty or maybe broken or lost and that it would be best if we just left them in the car and we would play with them again once we got home. He said, "But Mommy, I want to find a friend that I can share my light sabers with! We will play together and have fun! It will be okay." Wow! I was stunned. A three year old who wants to initate sharing his brand new toy with a total stranger! What a dear and tender heart he has! I realized the joy he was feeling in wanting to share his exciting toy with some other little boy. I felt so foolish that I was going to steal that joy from him because I was so worried about him breaking or losing some silly little toy that can easily be replaced.

Of course, he left the car with both light sabers in hand! He immediately walked up to a little boy on the play set named Cole and the two of them became instant friends as they shared the light sabers for the rest of the evening. Nicholas decided for a while that he was one of those Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle guys. However, he simply calls them "Inja Turtles". He went around holding his light saber on his back because he's seen the Ninja Turtles put some stick or sword or something in a holster on their back. I felt bad for him carrying that thing around on his back like that. I guess I'll have to find some kind of holster for his light saber now.





After Cole left, Nicholas made some new friends who shared some bread with him. Between taking bites of what was probably someone's old stale bread (disregarding my pleas against eating it, of course), Nicholas would occasionally throw some to the ducks.



While we were there I got a chance to meet a neat little boy by the name of David. He was very friendly and talkative. He is 10 years old and is home schooled, along with his three siblings. He talked about how some of his friends give him a hard time about home schooling. However, from talking to him I could quickly see he was exceptionally bright, confident, sociable, and most importantly, happy. I imagine he is already far ahead of those friends of his in public school, not only in his book smarts but also basic life skills. He has performed in six plays and will even be in an upcoming play that Nicholas and I are going to. I told him we were excited about seeing him on stage and we'd look for him after the show.