The little girl (who was probably about 15-18 months old?) whimpered a little as she sat on the ground. Her mom looked at her and said "Aww, she didn't mean it."
Without thinking, I turned to BG and said "Say sorry, honey."
Her forehead scrunched up and the mom I had been talking to laughed a little. "Oh," I said. "She feels bad. She's going to..."
And then my daughter started to sob.
With the baby in the carrier on my chest, I awkwardly knelt down on the ground and my sweet, sweet girl threw herself into my arms. The other moms I was there with stood around, looking concerned and saying "Awwww" a lot. One of her little toddler friends tried to give her a hug. She just clung to me.
"It's okay, sweetie. I know you didn't mean it."
"Are you hurt?"
"The little girl isn't hurt honey. She's fine."
"Okay. I know. I know."
After about ten minutes of this, she pulled back, wiped her face, said "I better" and ran off to go play.
Now, *where* did I get a little girl who feels other people's feelings so much? Ahem.
I'm feeling a little raw today. Maybe what I need is for someone to just hold me and let me cry until I say I'm all better, and then I can go run and play again.
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