What would you do?

We entered the park and were greeted by a sweet boy in a red T-shirt and black shorts. He was probably seven years old and had the cutest little crooked smile.

His caregiver was close by to help him on the stairs and assist him with the playground equipment.

As our boys played together, we couldn’t help but smile at the pure joy they shared.

It was beautiful.

After playing long and hard in the heat, we started to pack up our belongings to leave.

I then heard a child screaming from the other side of the playground and I glanced over to make sure they were ok.

I noticed it was the young boy who was playing with my sons when we first arrived.

Everyone watched as this sweet little boy was completely distraught.

I took my boys by their hands and we walked towards them. We kept a little distance as to not upset my own son, but close enough I could still see both of them.

I stepped closer to the boy as he was throwing rocks and kicking his legs in the air.

I asked his caregiver if I could try to help and with a sigh of relief, she nodded her head yes.

I sat next to him and spoke slowly and softly.

He looked at me with tears running down his rosy cheeks and he stopped kicking his legs.

He started to calm down.

As we stood up and walked towards the car, he became very upset again.

He was really struggling and it was impacting his ability to walk and regulate his emotions at the same time.

So I asked if I could carry him.

He said yes and I scooped him into my arms. I carried him from the playground to his vehicle.

His caregiver, who I then found out was his nanny, thanked me over and over again.

She tried to apologize and I reassured her there was nothing to be sorry for.

I walked back over to my sons and they were still sitting in the grass playing dinosaurs.

My son reached his arms out to give me a hug and said, “That was nice of you to help them mommy.”

And I replied, “Just like you helping your brother. “

And then with a big smile on his face he said loudly, “WE ARE HELPERS!”

And that’s the moral of the story my friends.

We choose to be helpers.

Today.

Tomorrow.

Always.

What will you choose to be?