It has become routine around our house for Sophie and I to hit the computer first-thing in the morning to check for Abby Updates. Imagine her surprise, when this morning, a familiar voice was coming out of the screen.
It was priceless.
Sophie was watching Abby watching the video of her, glued to the screen, not knowing Abby was watching her video. (It actually surprised me, too. Abby received lots and lots of video messages. To be selected as one of the ones that made it onto her blog, well, Sophs and I got all puffed up with the Minor Celebrity-ness of ourselves.) As she was watching, Sophie's eyes got bigger and bigger and BIGGER until the moment you could tell she recognized who was talking on the screen. She blurted out, "Mama! That's ME!!!!"
Last night I tried to explain to Sophie the difference between "her sick" and "Abby's sick", thinking it would be a good opportunity to teach her a little more about compassion and thinking about others before yourself. I went into this mini-sermon about God's love and caring for others and the difference between a virus and an all-the-time sickness. I asked her if she thought it would be a good idea, when she feels like she does right now - tired, and weak, and fever-y, with her throat and stomach hurting so badly, to imagine how Abby must feel ALL the time,and to maybe stop, right then, and say a little prayer for her.
You could see the wheels turning and then she said with a hand-clap, "So! Do you think Abby will pray for ME?"
Ah, the mind of a four-year old. Ya gotta love 'it! =)