On Sunday, Sammy got hit AND pushed down by another kid at Nursery.
Now, it is a fact of life that "toddlers be hittin'". It wasn't the first time Sammy's been smacked by another kid, and it probably won't be the last. But it was the first time that he acted genuinely sad about it, as opposed to just outraged. He sounded so sad when he told us that this other kid had hit him, and he still brings it up, more than a day later. Part of me feels heartbroken that another child made him feel so bad. Another part of me, however, feels amazed and happy that my son is growing in emotional maturity. Parenting is such a trip, ain't it?
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