learning empathy


This evening as we were on our way back home from the park, my boys as always asked me to drive through the “tunnel” before parking (the tunnel is just a basement route to get from one end of the building complex to the other). As I was about to drive into the ‘tunnel’ sid asked me to slow down and carefully. He had spotted one of our neighbours – an older lady who has trouble walking, practicing walking holding onto the side railing through the basement. She does this three to four times a day while her attendant waits by with her wheelchair. The boys have asked me questions about her in the past. Sid pointed out to her and said “that auntie is walking there so drive carefully. She has trouble walking” 

It’s nice to see them showing empathy and concern. Sometimes they drive me so up the wall that it’s refreshing to see this side too!!!!


About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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