Mom admires daughter's compassion

February 14, 2013|Amy Dulebohn

A few weeks ago my baby-sitter asked me if I could have a family member watch my daughter for a few hours the next morning. The reason was because she had to take her kids to the dentist, and she thought it would be best if my 2 1/2-year-old didn't have to accompany them.

She went on to say that she could picture my daughter trying to look into her 4-year-old's mouth while the young patient sat in the dentist's chair, and ask throughout the appointment, "Are you OK, ho-ney?" I could imagine the scenario quite well, too. While the sentiment might be lost on her young friend, my daughter is nothing, if not, compassionate.

Her caring nature is apparent even when playing with her dolls. She handles them very gently, and often asks, in her softest mothering voice, how they are doing, if  they are warm enough, hungry, thirsty or need anything else. It's fun and touching to watch, but even more enjoyable when she puts into practice in real life.

Anytime we are out and she hears a baby crying, or even fussing, she asks me what's wrong. When I reply I don't know, she asks if she can go over find out from the baby's mommy or daddy what the issue is.

Once we were at the hospital for a blood test, and instead of worrying about being pricked with a needle, she asked if she could visit patients to "see how they are feeling."

Recently, I had a freak accident at home resulting in a mild concussion. After I spent most of the day at the emergency room, I was released and went to pick my daughter up. When we finally got home, I told my daughter she needed to try to be quiet and listen to me because I wasn't feeling well.

"Why?" my daughter demanded to know.

"Mommy hit her head and it hurts very badly," I replied.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm fine, but my head hurts and I need to rest," I told her.

"Let me kiss it for you, and you'll feel m-u-u-u-u-ch better, Mommy." 

How could you not feel better after such treatment?  

A few days later, I picked her up and got a sudden, sharp pain in my back. When I cried out, she wanted to know just where the pain was and she proceeded to jump out of my arms and reach up to rub the afflicted area for me.

At last, a mini-masseuse!

I try to treat my daughter with the same compassion she shows me. Perhaps that's how she's learned to be so caring. In any case, I couldn't be more proud of her. In a society dredged in self-centeredness, her personableness is a breath of fresh air.

I can understand that everyone might not like her compassionate approach, but just as I will always be there to pick her up when she's sick or in pain, I will never complain when she does the same for me.

First-time mother Amy Dulebohn is a page designer and feature writer at The Herald-Mail. Her email address is

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