No Umbrella or Bra

For the past two months, Jaydon has been walking from my car into school on his own. This was a HUGE step for him, (Alright - he could care less, it was a huge step for his mother!) and he has done great at it.

His Speech teacher is always inside the main door to keep an eye on all of the kids, so it was reassuring when she told me one day how well he was doing on his own. A kick to the gut for his mother, but also a nice feeling to know that he was slowly but surely achieving independence.

Yesterday, it was raining when we pulled up to the car pool lane. Jaydon has never had a raincoat because we've never needed it. Jeremy or me always hold an umbrella over his head, and that's that. I'm really not much on letting kids "play in the rain" because nine times out of ten in DFW, it's lightning and/or thundering. The few times he has gotten this chance, there's no point in having a raincoat because well, boys will be boys, and why have something else to add to my laundry pile?

Before we left, I allowed myself a few extra minutes to make sure he knew how to open and close the umbrella. We practiced, and it went smoothly.

Remember how routine Jaydon is. You can teach that boy anything, and he won't forget it. He knows that when we get there, he kisses me good-bye, gets out of the car, shuts the door, and goes quickly (but carefully with no running!) inside and straight to his classroom. (Thank God it's the first hallway and the first classroom!)

So adding the umbrella to the mix really frightened me.

Back to the car pool lane...

He gets out of the car and already has the umbrella open. Two points for Jaydon. I always wait to make sure he gets inside - unlike most of the other parents.
As he's walking up, another little girl is rushing past him with no umbrella. Her feet slide out from under her, and my mouth just opens wide as I see her take a spill. (Y'all, I can't do ANYTHING about it because I'M NOT WEARING A BRA!)

Have no fear, Jaydon is here!

I sit and watch as my son leans over, and picks up the book she dropped. I see his mouth move, and I read his lips as the words "Are you okay?" come out.
She gets up and he waits for her. She is a bit taller than him - maybe a 2nd grader -and she gets under the umbrella with him. They both walk in together. Then when they get to the covered area, Jaydon stops and closes his umbrella. He turns around and gives me a thumbs up with a crooked smile, and walks in the doors.

I.lost.it.

I bawled the whole way home!

When did my little guy grow up?
Who taught him these things?
How did he know that helping this little girl was the right thing to do?
What happened to his daily routine?
How did I get so lucky to claim him as mine?

I'm so thankful that God did make Jaydon mine, and I hope that one day, he will do something for each of you that makes your hearts melt...like he did for the little girl with no umbrella.





Note from the author - and TMI as well:
The reason I don't wear a bra is because it takes too long to get my 16 lbs. of girlyness into one. (Yes, they each weigh around 8 lbs.) When you have to load 4 children into a car - 3 of which require assistance and car seats - you just don't think about a bra. I keep getting told that I need to put one on because you NEVER know what will happen, and do I really want to be walking home without one if my car should break down? I will get in that habit tomorrow...maybe.