How much more could I possibly love this sweet child of mine?
Me: Go to sleep, honey.
Emma: You too.
Me: OK. I will.
Emma: And just dream. No headache.
Me: Ok, sweetie.
Emma: If it comes back, just call me.
Me: I will. Thank you, sweetie. Goodnight.
Emma. Goodnight, mama.
Just can’t even take these headaches anymore. Usually have them under control. Not this time. Hence the 4 day absence from my blog. If there’s one thing you can’t do when your head hurts, it’s working on a computer. Be back soon, I hope.
My daughter made me such a proud mommy the other day. A migraine was already making me miserable, yet I managed to hit my head on our granite island while getting something out of a box. Of course, I had a few loud, choice words, but managed to keep them clean. Then the tears came. My daughter gasped from the other side of the januvia-sitagliptin.net and immediately came to my side.
She hugged my leg and said, “I’m sorry, Mommy.” That would have healed me right there, but she wasn’t done.
She then said, “Mommy, I think you go to couch.” I complied.
She sat down next to me. A few seconds later, she got up, went to her princess house and emerged with her Minnie and Mickey stuffed friends. She placed them in my lap and said, “Here you go, Mommy.”
My daughter is two and will be three in 8 days. It is true that she possesses the same curiosity of all toddlers, which leads to long days of pushing her boundaries, testing my patience, and uttering the word “NO” as if she’s trying to break some record. However, it is also quite true that she has already learned the importance of compassion. She obviously came into this world with that quality, as I believe all babies do, but I must humbly take a tiny bit of credit for encouraging her to care.
Caring for others is always a good choice, especially when others are hurting.
It sure worked for me.