Compassion

I have shared this with a couple of sweet friends today, but also wanted to write about this here because it really touched my heart.  Yesterday, I was a bit distracted and Jake was just all out of sorts.  I have no idea if he picked up on how I was feeling or if he also was just struggling, but he acted out pretty much throughout the day.  I knew by mid-day that I needed to snap out of my funk but just couldn't bring myself to.  Anyway, we made it through and last night as I was putting him in the tub I stumped my toe on this splashguard thingy that Jeff had installed to keep the water in the tub but it had fallen on the floor.  It made me yelp which got Jake's attention and then I looked at my toe which was cut just a little and bleeding.  He couldn't take his eyes off my "boo boo" and said right away "Oh Mama!", like he was just so concerned for me.  It was so precious and caring and compassionate.  I wanted to cry.  But then what just melted my heart was when I looked down at his precious feet and saw that all the toes on the same foot as my boo boo were curled under like he was just feeling my pain.  They stayed that way for a long time.  I needed to see that so sweet side of him and for someone to love me enough to say "Ohhhhhh".  This morning when he woke up and I got him out of his crib and sat him on the floor, he came over to me sitting in the rocking chair and just stared at my foot.  He had remembered what had happened the night before.  How precious!  I am grateful that God allowed me to see a compassionate, caring side of my little guy.  Please continue to pray for us as we continue to adjust.