Bursting through the front door, my six-year-old daughter, Steph, was so excited.
‘Look what Jack got at school today,’ she beamed, waving a piece of paper.
It was a certificate of compassion my son, Jack, then 10, had received for helping his classmate with his maths work.
‘I’m so proud of you,’ I told my kind, loving boy.
I wasn’t surprised he’d gone above and beyond to help. A quiet-achiever, Jack never sought praise when he did the right thing.
He also never shied away
