One night in August, recovering from my surgery, I had occasion to be totally humbled and yet full of pride all at the same time. Here's what I wrote that evening:
All full of my great recovery so far, tonight I tried to take the girls
to go potty before bedtime. The slight angle of bending forward
required was too painful for me. Full of chagrin, because only my own
pride kept me from having anyone here to assist me tonight, I had no one
to ask to help me but my 7 yr old son. Without complaint and with
utter cheerfulness, he took his half-naked 3yr old sister to the
bathroom and helped her go potty, then sang the ABC's with her as they
washed their hands together afterward. I put her pull-ups on her, and
kissed them all good night, and squeezed him so hard and told him I
could not explain how grateful I was for his help and how proud I am of
him. I am brought to tears by his simple kindness, his ability to have
so much goodness in him. So proud and lucky to be his mama.
I believe I read this on FB before - it made me tear up then & it made me tear up now. How sweet & totally awesome! Rainy
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