We were listening to the radio this morning. Way FM was talking about an interview that was yet to be aired on TV. An officer was going to be awarded a medal of honor for his work in afganastan. However the part being referenced was when he had to leave behind a soldier who was trapped under a car. The afgan forces greatly outnumbered the US force. Luna asked me to explain why this happened . I told her about Osama Bin Ladin and what he did and that that is why we had to go to war. I looked back and she was looking forward, hands in lap. Pretty picture perfect face of hers. tears rolling down.
I have seen this kid cry a lot. Tears of whinning. Crying for something she can't have. Tears of physical pain because she fell or her brother hit her while wrestling. Tears because I put her in time out. Tears and cries because she is tired. Lots of different kinds of tears.
This was the first time I ever saw her cry softly like this. She has a soft sensitive heart like her mama. Oh I hope she doesn't feel as much sadness as me! God help me to find a good balance between how much I should expose her to and how much I should protect her from.