Monday, December 17, 2007


Last night at 4:45 in the morning, I was rudely awakened by the high-pitch shrieks of my 5 year old daughter, Jenna. After debating for several seconds about whether I should try to ignore her or not, I groggily pulled myself out of bed. She was probably having a nightmare and she needed me right? Wrong. My husband had already responded and what I perceived to be the sound of fear and anguish was merely the struggle of my daughter fighting being put back to bed. Our son, Owen, who shares a room with Jenna, had cheerfully awakened and was ready for the day, so I went to work putting them both back to bed. My husband later told me that when he had entered the room he had found Jenna curled up on Owen's bed, Owen stroking her hair and back saying, "It's ok brudder, its ok. Its ok Jenna McClaren." Our daughter had had a nightmare and went to her two year old brother for comfort! Owen rose beautifully to the occasion and in his dear little two-year old mind was using words that sister had probably comforted him with in the past. You see, Owen called her "brudder" and used his middle name after her's-"Jenna McClaren." What a sweetie. How precious to see such a compassionate heart at such a tender age, and how funny too!

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