I wish I was the one
January 1, 2007
Happy New Year, sweet one!
We’re back from Quebec. You and Macabee are inseparable! Yesterday, the only time you were without him was when I told you that he could not come up to the attic with us, as he might get fiberglass on him. You and I were doing some sorting of seasonal clothes.
At one point, you were up and I was on the ladder (the second rung from the bottom). I slipped and banged my arm on Adin’s doorway REALLY hard. It hurt so much. I let out a big, “OW!”, and then continued to moan. You immediately responded, “Should I get some ice?” “No thanks, I just need to moan for a while”… (which I did).
You weren’t quite sure how to comfort me. Then you came up with a pearl. “Mommy, I wish I was the one that got hurt.” I was touched and appreciated you for this; how selfless and kind. Then you added, “Because grown-ups are better at taking care of kids.” What a compassionate sweetie you are!
Beautiful!
The words of a bodhisattva. Precious Maya, pure love.
what a sweet story 🙂 I love you
Maxine
I love you too, E.
I remember when Maya was about 4 yrs. old, give or take, I was watching Maya at our community pool. I don’t know where you or Mathew were. Maya fell down and skinned her knee. As she cried, I tried to comfort her, hugging her, rubbing around the bruise. I said that I wished I could make her feel better. She leaned over and kissed her knee, saying, “that’s what mommy does”….. precious little Maya.
Oh, what a precious memory, Aunt Jody! xox