When my daughters returned from camp, they showed us the Immaculate Heart of Mary wall hangings that they made. Kieran was amazed by them and sat looking at the wall hangings and trying to touch them. All of a sudden, he surprised me by saying, “Mommy, the girls make Mary’s heart. Jesus is happy.”

As I sang, “Go to sleep my baby…” to Kieran the other night, he stopped me, saying, “Mommy, I am not your baby. My brother is your baby. I am your little boy.”

When we go to the grocery store, my little boy insists on pushing the cart because he can do things by himself because he is “like Timmy“. After a long shopping trip, during which Kieran pushed the cart, walking on tippy toes, I asked him, “Are you Mommy’s big helper?” My little boy responded, “Mmmmm… I think so.”

On Wednesday, Theresa, Kieran, Kilian, and I picked my husband up from work. Kieran insisted on pushing the elevator buttons and carrying his daddy’s lunchbox for him. I wish that I had had my camera with me.