Wyatt, in the back seat, says' "what's wrong mom?" Feeling a little bit silly, I tell him anyway. I always want to be honest to him, as much as I can and to discuss even those little things that I find silly. Someday, my hope is that he learns we can always talk, with honesty, about complexities and unanswered questions in life, but most of all, about the little every day things that he may find silly or insignificant.
After I told him what was behind the gasp, he sat forward in his booster seat. Luckily we were stopped at a red light because I was able to look directly at him and see the genuine seriousness on his face when he said, 'well- when we get home, we can paint your fingernails again and fix it.'
This little three year old boy, a pint sized problem solver, telling his most often times frazzled mom in his own what that he pays attention to her silly worries and he has a plan... he has a plan to take care of her.
