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.