March 7, 2007

• Don’t Worry; Be Happy.

  My daughter is very interested in what her Mommy does. Because I work part-time online, I’m at my computer a lot. When I am there, she’ll often climb onto my lap and ask about what she sees. (Occasionally, she’ll encourage me to go to work when she’d like to engage in forbidden activities, like hanging on her brothers’ swings or filtching Valentine’s candy. “Go to your ‘puter, Mommy. I talkin’ ta brothers.”)

  Today, she was fascinated with my emoticons. You know what I’m talking about–these little guys:   I had a page of about 20 or so emoticons up when she pulled herself onto my lap and hugged my neck. “I went potty, Mommy! I love you.” Suddenly, her eyes snapped to my computer.

  “Mommy! She’s so sad! What’s wrong with her?”   

  I didn’t quite know what to say, but before I could come up with an explanation of emoticons befitting a two-year-old, my daughter took matters into her own hands. She cupped her hand close to my monitor, and coo’d.

  “Come here! Come on. Don’t be sad! I talkin’ ta you, come on.”   

  Still staring at the sad little smiley faces, AK addressed me, “Mommy, she’s very, very, very upSICK. She’s very, very upSICK, Mommy.” Then to the faces again, “It’s okay. Come here, come on my hand…”   

  Honestly? The kid broke my heart. She has empathy for miserable smiley faces. I half expected them to come jumping out of my screen and into her hand, get their hug, put on their winky faces, and jump back in. There’s something in me that absolutely can’t resist that child. She’s just like her Daddy.

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