I think what I want most for my children — beyond having their basic needs met — is for them to be compassionate.
During the past two weeks, as I’ve started to recover from pneumonia, I’ve witnessed a truckload of compassion from my five-year-old twins. It makes my heart sing.
Each of my kids has shown their compassion differently, but it’s there.
My Son’s Version of Compassion
Every morning without fail, the first thing W says to me is, “Mom, how are you feeling today?” It’s usually followed by an unprompted hug. Then every afternoon when he arrives home from school, he flings off his backpack, runs to me and says, “Hi Mom, are you feeling better?”
Yesterday, while my husband was preparing dinner, I snuck out to our deck and sat on the stairs, my lungs desperate for half a breath of fresh air. Before long, I felt a gentle hand on my back. It was my son, rubbing my back.
My Daughter’s Version of Compassion
V’s compassion is shown more through art. Every day, I get at least one homemade Get Well card. It’s enough to make me appreciate crafts.
Here are some of her creations:
So , there you have it. Compassion from five-year-olds.