Sweet boy

Yesterday I went into Adam's room (which is actually all of the kids' room) to check on him. He had been doing his schoolwork and reading in his bed because he wasn't feeling well. He looked like he was doing worse, and I asked him if he was feeling pretty bad. He said "no" and we talked for a minute or two. Then, with tears in his eyes, he said, "Mom, it was just that book. It was so sad at the end." Adam had been reading a book about dogsled racing and the lead dog died at the end. He was absolutely touched by this story and grieved in his soul for the sadness of the death of this dog.

My sweet Adam has always been such a sensitive soul. When he was 3 years old he was terrified of the wind. When it was windy, he would run around to people's houses (we lived in a townhome complex) and take things to them that were in their yards because he was afraid they would blow away in the wind. When he was four years old we went to see Piglet's Big Movie. He cried when Piglet lost his journal down the river. He was so sad for Piglet. When our pet hamster died (we had had her for 2 days), he was completely grieved for the life that was lost. A year ago we watched a movie about St. Therese. She dies at the end of the movie and Adam was so moved by this that it affected him for days.

I am so grateful for each one of my children's unique and special personalities. Today, I feel particularly grateful for my precious Adam, who has such a sensitive and compassionate heart that it reminds me of the compassion that the Father feels for all of His precious creation.