Today I am so thankful for my daughter’s caring nature. Sometimes it’s hidden behind preschooler dawdling and sass, but other times it is transparent and pure. I hurt my back recently, so much so that I can hardly bend down or pick her up for a hug. When I woke her up in the morning, the first thing she said to me, even before her usual sleepy “Good morning,” was, “Mommy, how’s your back?” – this is one area where her highly sensitive nature glows in a positive way.
And for that I am grateful.