Chocolate

On our way home today I asked Quintus to get out and buy us milk at the local cafe.  He was taking his sweet time and I was getting impatient.  Two other people had walked in and out after he went in but still he didn’t come out.  I saw him get the milk out of the fridge, so I knew he had to be finished.

I waited and then got worked up as I was sure the cashier wasn’t helping him.  That’s why it’s taking so long.  However when I walked in he was busy looking at the chocolates.     I told him to move right one, we are all waiting for him.

He got into the car and said “All I wanted to do was buy you a chocolate to say thank you for all that you do for us.  I was trying to find a chocolate that I could buy with the change”

 Oh my goodness!!!  I felt SO bad and so blessed at the same time.  This is the nicest thing someone has done for me in a long long time.  Yet I felt SO bad for getting upset with him when all he wanted to do was spoil me.  Do something nice for me. 

Just writing this makes me feel horrible all over again.  He is such a special child and I never want him to stop being so caring, so thoughtful.  I told him many many many times I bad I felt and how I appreciate his thought.  Worst of all is that he had the chocolate in his hand.  He had just found the one that he could buy with the change when I walked into the cafe and told him to move his butt to the car.

I feel so guilty.  So bad.  I hope he knows just how I appreciate his thought.  I did write him a letter tonight that I put next to his bed. 

Quintus woke up this morning gave me such a huge hug after reading his letter.  I made a card for Jason too and he was so touched.  So sweet.

However…here I am beating myself up over something like this, when this mother cared absolutely nothing for her little 2 year old daughter.  Kinda puts things into perspective.  I can’t even imagine what hell that little girl must have gone through.