I had a couple of friends around for lunch yesterday, we took you to the park afterwards for some fresh air. There was a large group of older kids playing football, whenever we go to the park you want to play with anyone who has a football, it doesn’t matter how old/young they are. You aren’t always welcome, which makes me sad, but that’s kids for you.
These boys were different though. You stood on the side watching them, one asked if you’d like to join in. You were so happy taking part in the game, they made you feel welcome, let you score some goals and shouted to you for the ball; you felt included and it was great to see. They were a really lovely bunch of boys who didn’t care about who won or lost, they cared about making you feel a part of things and had a lot of fun doing it.
It reminded me of a story. It’s not totally relevant to you, it’s also not a true story but it speaks volumes. I shared it on your old blog.
“A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it’s least fortunate amongst them.”
Today Steve has taken you out for the day with some of his friends who have kids. I’m going to do some work and try and enjoy the sunshine too.
See you later,