Yesterday we went to a neighbor‘s house to learn and play with friends. On the way home Rhett(2) melted. He screamed the entire way home. In the driveway I sped up hoping to end the torture as quickly as possible.
The screaming continued into the house and I made a decision that he was more in need of a nap then food so I just carried him upstairs to his crib. Whew. He settled down immediately once alone in the dark.
I walked down the stairs to find Reid(4) sitting on the bottom step. I sat down beside him and scooped him onto my lap.
Me: Does it bother you when Rhett cries?
Reid: Yes
Me: Me too.
Reid: It seems like a thousand Rhetts crying.
It is funny where empathy is found…
It stresses my oldest girl out, too. 🙁
Empathy is good wherever you can get it, even if it’s from one who was, himself, a thousand-fold cryer not so long ago.
What a sweet, perceptive big brother.