My Boy. My Hero.

My son has a kind heart.  He's done things for years that show us his kindness, but every once in a while he does something that knocks me over.

At the beginning of the school year he came home to tell us all about the happenings of his classroom.  One of the most exciting things was "Charger bucks."  You can earn a Charger buck in many ways---good behavior, getting your bonus words right on your spelling test, acts of kindness.....you get the picture.  Every other Friday the classroom "store" opens and you can spend your Charger bucks.

At open house back in September he showed us his ziploc baggie with his bucks inside.  His little sister said, "OH, I would so buy that baby doll!" (She said it just like that, promise!). He said, "Wow, that baby costs 50 bucks.  It would take a long time to buy that."

Time goes on and he doesn't say much about Charger bucks.  He asked me over Thanksgiving how many Fridays were left before Christmas break.  I said, "Two or three, why?"  And he said, "I need to make sure the store will be open again before Christmas."

This is why:

He saved every Charger buck he earned the entire first semester and bought his sister the baby she loved.

Tears, anyone?

Baby sister loves her too! Her name is Jellybean by the way, but we call her Jill.

That, my friends, is what Christmas spirit is all about.  He's My Boy and he's my hero.