Little kids love so easily.
It’s often unconditionally, just because you happen to be in their lives.
Or maybe it’s something you did, but it didn’t take much.
It’s part of the sweetness of this stage of life.
But it’s not always like that.
One of my boys doesn’t automatically love you just because you’re a part of his life.
Even if you’re a relative or someone he sees often or are kind to him or do nice things for him.
He’ll be respectful, the most likely one of my bunch to reply with ma’am and sir.
But love doesn’t flow as freely.
Maybe that’s some sort of function of autism or maybe it’s just how he is.
And then, oh, he will love you.
He’ll gift you with one of his tight hugs, he’ll make you smile with his amazing laugh, he’ll want to be close to you.
It might be easier to overlook him, to pass him over for a child who will adore you because you gave him a smile or one kind word.
But once you’re in, once you feel the strength in his love, it’s so worth it.
He’s worth it.