Compassion

My son, Logan has been blessed with the gift of compassion. It is evident every day. When his brother cries, he cries. He hates to see people in pain or sick. The other day Aric was sick. After getting sick in the bathroom, Aric sat down on the couch. Logan snuggled up to him and asked him if he was ok. Aric replied, “No, I’m sick”. Logan responded by stroking his arm. “I pet your arm and you feel better.”

Later that day I had to go to the store. Every item I put in the cart was carefully analyzed by Logan. He asked the question, “This help Daddy feel better?” Then He stated, “Logan need Daddy to feel better.” He told me, “Logan so worried bout cuz scared of Daddy be sick.” Translation: He was worried about Aric.

On the way home Gavin was making a plea to go see Papa Frank. It sounded something like, “ah guh go ca bye bye Papa Frank.” (If you live in our house very long, you learn to speak Martian.) Logan replied, “No Gavin. We haffa go home to Daddy not be sick. No Gray-m-pa Frank’s.” When we arrived at the house, Logan ran Aric’s medicine up to the bedroom. “Here Daddy, We got medicine bout so scared and you feel better.”

On one hand, I feel so proud of Logan and his compassion. On the other hand, I know that with compassion sometimes comes heartache. No mother wants to see their child endure that. However, I love that my son does everything he can to help you feel better. I love that he feels your pain when you cry, and worries when you are not well. I hope that as he grows he continues to nurture this gift. It truly is a gift.