But while he struggles with his speech, he finds ways communicate his feelings & intentions so loudly. And especially recently, as I've been concentrating more on the little things, I am seeing him in a new light. I mean, I've always known what a sweet child he is, but man, I'm telling you -- Bennett has a heart of gold.
There we were, Easton & I, walking along side Bennett as he was was riding his bike up and down our street. Bennett got off of his bike for a minute and right then, a neighbor kid took a spill and fell off his bike. Without hesitation, Bennett ran over to him, touched him gently on the shoulder and said "You ok? Are you okay??" The concern in his voice was apparent. The neighbor boy, he's five years old, shoved Bennett's hand off of his shoulder and promptly told him to go away. Of course, I realize that he probably acted like that because he was embarrassed, I suppose that's a natural feeling to have when you're a little boy who's just fallen off your bike.
But the look on Bennett's face, it broke my heart. He couldn't understand why he was being treated that way. But he brushed if off, and tried to help the little boy pick up his bike off the ground, and again, was shunned and told to "stop it & go away." Bennett walked over to me, grabbed onto my leg tightly, and just watched as the neighbor boy rode off down the street. I stoked his head for a few seconds, bent down to his level and told him how proud I was of him for trying to help his neighbor, and that it is always the right thing to do. He seemed fine at that point, but for those 20 seconds that he was desperately trying to help the other little boy, I could see his genuine concern. Followed by how hurt he was that his efforts weren't being appreciated.
These kinds of scenarios happen constantly! He tries so hard to reach out, and to help. And unfortunately, most times, it's not taken the way I'd expect. Or the way he deserves. But I suppose that's a lot like our experiences in our adult lives. I don't know, I guess it's just amazing to me how young it all starts.... the lack of appreciation.