On Friday night in the hospital, my parents brought the kids in to see me after my surgery. Caleb--who had been fairly nervous all week long--mostly wanted to squeeze in next to me on the bed and rest his head gingerly on my shoulder. CC wanted nothing to do with me but needed to closely examine each inch of the room.
At one point, a nurse came to give me some medication or other in my IV. CC stood at the foot of the bed, stared me down, and repeatedly declared, "It not gonna hurt you, Mama. It not gonna hurt. It not hurt you, okay? You be just fine."
She was right.
Hmmmm. Wonder where they learned to respond like that . . . kind, caring, concerned? I guess you will know more if you overhear Cecily threatening her dolls with "ponies or not!" O. A.
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