Sharing is Caring

My sweet baby is a very caring child.  There are so many daily examples of her caring spirit that I am confident that it is just part of her innate spirit.  Some of her favorite make believe play activities are doctoring her toys and stuffed animals.  When Disney recently started airing a new show called Doc McStuffins about a little girl who doctors up her toys, I knew Jackie would find a kindred spirit.  But this seems normal and typical.  She also plays mama to her dolls and animals.  Again, typical.  And she says she'd like to be a veterinarian.  And most little girls do right?

But what really gets me is her empathy and her natural instinct to heal the heart.  She knows and understands when someone is sad or frustrated or angry (friends, and especially me).  And she doesn't usually get scared or upset or confused by it..... she immediately tries to heal it.  Hugs, kisses - she gives them out freely.  She'll look around her for some comforting item near her that she can give to me - a doll, a toy, a glass of water, a blanket.  She even says comforting and understanding words that 33 year old men can't even come up with.  When she tries to comfort me I feel horrible guilt that she is in that position.  But, then I also feel so much pride for my sweet loving child.

I am particularly proud of how she behaved this Easter season.  I already mentioned how she suggested bringing a plate of her cookies to school to share with her class.  And then, when opening her eggs, she received 4 of the same rainbow colored heart shaped bracelets and a dozen hello kitty stickers.  She immediately said she would be giving one of her bracelets to Emilia, which she followed through with the next time they played this week.  But she also put her stickers and bracelets in a carry-case to bring to her music class where she knew she would see her friends.  After class was over she opened her case and starting handing out stickers.  Then she gave a bracelet to her friend Morgan.  Sophie ran up and said she wanted a bracelet too!  Jackie had one on her wrist and she had given Morgan the only other one she brought.  So sweet Morgan took hers off and and gave it to Sophie just as Jackie was taking hers off too.  So Jackie gave hers to Morgan and was perfectly okay with it because she knew she had another one at home.  My heart was bursting with warmth and pride for my caring sharing girl.