type='text/javascript'/> A Latte Talk: Empathy...

Saturday, August 9, 2008


...of the greatest kind.

Yesterday morning, on the way to see the beloved Miss Jen (Corene's OT), I was trying to balance too many things. Taz, the diaper bag, a book, my purse, my coffee...

My coffee...

My coffee, that had been handed me by Mocha Man only moments before I walked out the door, that even had a wee bit of whipped cream on top. Oh, how excited I was to drink that coffee.

My coffee, that, in a terrible turn of events, slipped out of my hand and in slow motion, crashed explosively on the ground next to my car.

"Oooooooooooooohhhhh!" I exclaimed, as I stomped my foot. Giving my very best pouty face, I added the choice word, "POOP!" (That's Jennyese for swearing).

I looked up at Ava's face, poking out of the car door.

The girl's eyes were tearing up.

She looked... so. very. sad.

"Oh, Moooooommmmmmmy."

"Poop", she added, in the most pitiful, sweet, sad tone ever. Then she looked at me and matched my pouty lip.

I laughed so hard. That girl has such empathy. She was genuinely hurting for me.

She is surely the offspring of A Latte Talk, no?

And you know what? As my friend Jenna pointed out, a little empathy goes a long way. I giggled about her teary eyes all morning. I wasn't upset about the coffee at all.

I did make another latte when I got home, though.

Of course.


Dawn S. said...

Aww, what a lovey. I can picture the whole thing!!

Tiffany said...

Oh, sweet Ava. :)

Anonymous said...

What a sweet girl. I love the tender hearts of our children.

Mari said...

How sweet! Maybe she has the gift of encouragement at her tender age :)