I am one lucky mama

 I admit it.  I have the sweetest girl around.  I did not create this sweetness in her; it is part of her.  I am so thankful for it, too.  Grandaddy has been in the hospital and is now at home with care. Kate is also a caregiver for grandaddy.  She follows him back to his room when he is using his walker and claps when he gets there.  Last weekend, she took her coloring papers back with her and on her own got on his bed and sat to color.  This may not seem like something to blog about; I mean, who doesn't sit with their grandad and do these things, but Kate does it and doesn't mind that we are in the other room.  She doesn't notice that he might stumble, drop his food, etc.  She just shows love, and for that, I am lucky. 

I am reminded of the poem we read at camp:

The Little Boy and the Old Man by Shel Silverstein

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.