Compassion

Jasmine never ceases to amaze me with her compassion and understanding.  Dont get me wrong, she can have her moments or tween out-of-body-hormonal-diva-freak-outs, but for the most part, she is a very good kiddo. This morning, I was taken back by her caring and compassion.

I have a lot of health problems. Jasmine has grown up dealing with me having seizures. From a very young age, we have taught her what to do, who to call and how to dial 911. I was afraid I was going to traumatize her, but I knew it was better that she was educated about it so if we were home alone and it happened, or she saw me have one, she was scared. Over the years, more diagnoses have come up and right now its a little overwhelming, as I have quite a few new things going on with my health.  I can honestly say that Jasmine (and my hubby) keep me going. I have always refused to allow her to have a 'sick mom' one that stays in bed all the time, that cant do anything, that needs to be constantly cared for. So, I get up every morning, make her breakfast, pack her lunch and walk her to school.  Today was very rough. I didn't sleep well last night and was in a lot of pain. walking down the stairs the morning was exhausting.  I packed her lunch and let her make her own breakfast.  She was taking an extra long time deciding which shoes and sweatshirt to wear, so we left alter then we usually do. Jasmine (like me) prefers to be early. She likes to leave our house around 7:55 so she can get to school between 8:00 and 8:05 so she has a good 20 minutes to chat with her friends. It was about 8:10 when we left. Even though we were running late because of her, she got upset, and told me we had to hurry. I simply couldnt. I told her we needed to go slow. She started 'Diva Walking' (that is speed walking with attitude) and was rambling on about being late, and her friends and on and on. I didn't say anything. I just kept walking even though I wanted to just lay down on the wet grass. She was almost a block ahead when she abruptly stopped. She turned around and saw me behind. She then walked up to me, grabbed my hand and said  "Im sorry mama.  I didn't realize you weren't doing good this morning. My friends will be there whenever we get there." I apologized for slowing her down, and she told me it was okay, its not my fault and she understands.

She has been through so much in her life. I hate that she has to have a mom that has so many health issues, but she never complains and always wants to help me.  I am truly blessed.