I just wanted to say that about a week ago I was having a pretty terrible night and was crying. I…

I just wanted to say that about a week ago I was having a pretty terrible night and was crying. I try not to cry in front of my kids, but my 3 year old happened to see me. I was thinking he would freak out but instead he came and rubbed my back and asked what was wrong, told me I was pretty, and said it was okay.

Hate in children is taught, not bred. I cried harder, because I was overwhelmed that a 3 year old had the capacity for that kind of compassion. I must be doing something right.