My Feel Good Friday moment was courtesy of my six year-old. Now, he is a bright kid and normally pretty good, but to understand why this particular instance made me so happy you have to realize he has been a pain in the butt lately. I swear he is channeling a sixteen year-old girl what with the eye rolling, and the head shaking, and the “I know mom,” said with a sing-songy voice, emphasis on the know. This kid has teenage size attitude in a kindergarten body.So when we left a restaurant today just me, him, my middle son, and my two year-old daughter who I was carrying in my arms, I really appreciated him holding the door open for me. But when he stayed behind to hold it open for four elderly women who were just arriving as we were leaving, I actually stopped and smiled. And when one of those ladies stopped and thanked him for being “such a little gentleman,” I actually beamed. My heart swelled and I thought, I did that. That kid who will stomp off into the house at 6:00pm because I called him into dinner before his friends had to go in, that kid that causes other moms to laugh out loud because his eye rolling is so pronounced when I dare to tell him not to ride his scooter down the middle of our street at 5:30pm when the sun is setting in the drivers’ eyes and many of neighbors are coming home from work, that kid that daily I think has an aptitude for sarcasm above all else, that kid still knows enough to stop and hold the door open for people and that makes me proud. It makes my Friday; in fact, it makes my whole week.