She’s the sweetest, most compassionate little girl I’ve ever met and she’s not even two years old yet.
Tonight, I was having a bath and I needed help getting out of the tub. For the past few weeks, I have had a searing pain down my leg that makes it difficult for me to move. I don’t know if it’s pelvic girdle pain or some new pregnancy symptom I’ve never experienced before, but in any case, I couldn’t stand up without having someone help me. I told Mr. Chivalry I was going to need his assistance if he didn’t want his wife to turn into a prune, and he said he’d be there as soon as he finished helping Delightful.
Feisty was in earshot when I told him that. She immediately looked at me with concern-filled eyes. I smiled at her to reassure her that Mommy was okay but just needed a bit of help. She then looked at Mr. Chivalry and noticed that he wasn’t coming to my aid as fast as he could. He had a good excuse, but Feisty didn’t understand that.
The next thing I know, she was by the side of the tub taking my hand and trying to lift me up. It was the most precious thing to have a one-year-old see someone in need and take action to try to offer assistance. I struggled the best I could with her help because I wanted her to know that I appreciated what she had done and how much it mean to me. I have never known such a little one to have such an understanding of the needs of others. It brought a smile to my heart to see what she had done and I told her so. I hope Feisty never outgrows her compassionate nature.