My three year old n I just got back from our morning after-schoolbus drop beach and woods walk.
I took him to the toilet and on bottom of his trouser leg we found this little fella.

He was all distraught, thinking he’d hurt it…but it wriggled n he said “he’s okay mum! Where does he live?…Lets give him a new home?!”.
So he bravely held out his hand (he’s never seen a catapillar) and I put it on his finger.
He then walked so carefully n carried it outside, and we placed it on a tree.
He was so happy and now is asking to learn all about catapillars.
Sometimes, I get anxious that we’re failing at raising our boys with kindness and love as we make so many mistakes…and yell more than we should…
But then they do something like this and I think that maybe we’re doing something right, after all.
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