I think that someone who has been through painful, difficult times, often, is filled with compassion for others because of the difficulty they have experienced.
Our little M is filled with compassion. On the one hand, it makes me so sad…because for her to be filled with compassion for others who are hurting, she herself had to experience pain…and it kills me that my four year old had to have any kind of difficulty in her short little life.
On the other hand, it makes me happy, and so proud of her when she shows compassion to others.
When a baby cries she worries for them, and tries to offers helpful suggestions. It’s adorable to hear her give advice on how to help a crying baby.
When someone is at the doctor she frets until she knows they are alright.
If she sees a kid who is sad and appears to be alone, she gets very worried about where their mommy might be.
If she spots a scratch or cut on someone’s hand or arm she becomes quite concerned for them.
She can spot a scar from a mile away, and talks about the person with the scar, and how they must have gotten it, and if they are ok now…
If someone is not smiling she worries they are sad, and asks me about it over and over, wondering how they can be happy again.
The other day I had to get some bloodwork done while she was in school, and when I picked her up she of course noticed right away. She asked about it, and made sad noises for me. Later, she came up to me, and put her hand on my arm gently, and said “I’m sorry you has a owie blood, mommy.”
That girl…she just makes my heart so happy.