My Eldest Son's Talent

The manager of my son's baseball team is
what you might call a "Showa-era style coach."

He scolds without mercy and holds nothing back.

It's rare to see that these days.

But for some reason, he's soft on my eldest son.

"You worked hard today, so you only have to do two laps."
While everyone else is running three, he singles him out for special treatment.

My son even gets into the good graces of the stern coach
without any hesitation,
and before I know it, he's being carried in his arms.

When I scolded my son on the field for being silent,
saying, "Say hello to everyone!", the coach just laughed and said, "Mom, you're scary!"
and for some reason, my son was the one being protected.
At school, regardless of grade or gender,

he is loved by both teachers and older students.
Today, he went off to the park with enthusiasm,

saying, "I'm going to trade stickers with the sixth-grade girls."
We bought our family's sticker book just recently,

after it was decided that Bondro would stop selling at Shimamura.
My eldest daughter's class doesn't have many girls,

so thankfully there wasn't that much of a craze,
and our attitude was more like, "We'll buy one if we find it."
However, my eldest son doesn't have a sticker book.

He has no interest in anything other than the stickers that come with snacks.
Even so, he went out with the stickers.

To trade them with his favorite older girls for his sister and youngest sibling,

who are stuck in bed with the flu.
Since the day before, he had said many times, "I wonder if my sister and the little one will be happy."

Not for his own sake,

but for the two who were feeling so unwell.

He looked so very happy.

Ah, I thought, this must be the reason why he is so well-loved.
The power to be loved by others

is not something that can be taught.
It's not a skill, nor is it the result of effort.
I'm sure it is

the power to imagine someone else's happy face
more than your own.
From here on out, he will surely

experience frustration
and encounter unreasonable things.
Even so, I hope that, just like now,

he will never lose that heart
that can naturally find its way into people's hearts.


Maybe love begins with kindness.(Perhaps being loved begins with kindness.)

The sisters' fevers have gone down, and it looks like
my eldest son and I will manage to escape
the flu in our house!
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