Some time back, Gavin was playing with a drum his Dad bought for him.  While playing, he accidentally dropped the drum onto my toes and boy did it hurt.  While I was moaning in pain, hubby said to Gavin, “Say ’sorry’ Gavin.  You gave Mummy an ‘owie’.”

Gavin burst into tears and started crying.  I looked at him in surprise, distracted momentarily from my pain.  I thought I was the one that was hurt!

Last night, while he was nursing, he playfully bit my nipple - okay, the action was playful but it really hurt.  I looked at him sternly and said, “No biting!”  After a while, he asked for milk again and I said, “No.  You’re just playing and Mummy’s in pain.”

Then hubby said, “Mummy’s got an ‘owie’.”

Again Gavin burst into tears.  I admit, I’m still confused but this is how I’ve decided to take it:

When you have a toddler, you have to look for the silver lining in every cloud or you might just go mad.  So this is me being grateful that I have such an empathic son who feels my pain so much that he even cries for me.

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