At the playground. My daughter and son run ahead. My daughter trips and falls. I start to jog towards them. My four year old turns around and gets there first, helps her up and gives her a hug. When I get there he is asking her if she has boo boos and she is telling him she has two. I stand by and see if I am needed. They start to run off again. I laugh quietly and call her back to clean off her scraped knees. He is not afraid he will be blamed. He does not feel helpless. I do not get upset when they get hurt in play. I do not sweep in and take over if they are handling things themselves. He has learned that he can help. So he does.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 16:16:04 +0000