The little things count the most. I have heard this saying said many different ways but it all means the same...The little things are what matter. My sister and her 2 sons and our niece moved in with us a couple weeks ago. Her oldest son still has issues waking up at night to go to the bathroom. He had an accident the other morning. Well to my surprise Caiden jumped into action. He helped get him in the bathroom and washed up. Caiden stepped in like he knew exactly what to do. He never thought twice. Never made fun of him. He told him what to do and got him a rag and some body wash and cleaned him up. He made my heart smile. Then yesterday Caiden was outside with 2 of his friends and they were being boys running around in the woods. One of his friend's leg got caught on a briar and scratched him up pretty good. Caiden jumped into action. Brought him in the house and pulled out the Band-Aids. Before it was over Caiden had used 3 Band-Aids. :) He told his friend to come sit down and he went to work bandaging up his wound. This little boy amazes me. He can be so caring and loving and put others before himself. Its like he has a knack for taking care of others. Guess he got that from me... These little things make my heart smile and reminds me that yes I am doing a good job raising him. Yes he is learning great lifelong skills. No it will not always perfect but Caiden will surprise me and remind me that God never said it would be perfect and he never said it would be easy but he promises it will be worth it in the end....
