The love of your own child

Nonnie made my heart skip a beat tonight. As I was getting her ready for bed she apoplgized and said, " Im sorry I am not always good." I had been struggling all weekend with back pain, and a grocery excursion was less than joyful. But apologies from the four-year- old hurt me. It makes me feel like I should have more patience with her, not lose my temper and help her instead make good choices. But I am realistic, too, and at the core grateful that she does see the error in her own ways. B apologizes only when she's hurt someone accidentally. N doesn't hold back. She's thoughtful and compassionate in a different way. As I finished twinkle twinkle (which I've been told will always be her song, so stop asking) she thanked me, for being so careful that she doesn't eat peanuts. Random and out of the blue, but so perfectly Natalie.