Last night as we tucked the girls into bed with their arms full of animals and babies, Abigail saw Ran hand Emma "baby lamb"(as we call it). You have to know that in our house everything, EXCEPT "baby lamb, comes in twos. She immediately said, "I want baby lamb." And you can guess Emma's response, "No, It's mines"(they put an s on the end of that word) Of course Abigail was devasted and had to be consoled before she could calm down enough to go to sleep. I sang to her and told her she could have it in the morning and finally after a few minutes she was content with the entourage of animals surrounding her. I then went over to Emma--who was by now happily snuggled in with a death grip on "baby lamb". I sang to her and kissed on her, but just before I got up, I whispered in her ear: "Mommy is so sad that you would not share "baby lamb" with Abigail. She is your sister and you should love her and take care of her. I am so sad that you let her cry for him." --I know...Horrible Mommy guilt trip-- Well, to make a long story a little bit longer. Ran and I came into the living room and immediately heard them talking, and when we heard feet hit the floor Ran went in. He ordered Emma back to bed and both of them to be quiet and go to sleep. So what is the point? This morning when Abigail got up.... she had "baby lamb" in her hands. Emma had gotten up last night--risked a spanking for being out of bed--to give it to her sister. HOW SWEET! I just cried and cried b/c she had taken care of her sister. What a special moment! I am so proud of her. I pray that she will always have the heart that she has right now.
She is so loving and generous, and such a little mommy to everyone. Now, don't get me wrong. She can also be a spitfire and bullheaded. But deep down at the end of the day she always thinks of others. I love the way she flutters her eyes as she tells a story and how her mouth could not work if you held her hands down(Ran and I both do that). It is so cute how every story starts with Well, one day...and how we have had to hear about the peacocks at Nonna's house 300 times in 2 weeks. And how every night she asks me to sing Rainbow and B-O-By-0 and then asks if I will lay down with her and when I say no, she says "Wish you could."
God, please protect her from becoming hard-hearted by the things of the world. Help her to always see people thru your eyes. Amen.
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