Nineteen Months

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The Bean Plant

Sometimes Olivia doesn't always match the emotion you'd expect to a situation.  I think I was more sad about her hamster dying on Christmas Eve than she was.  Yet, throwing out a favorite bath toy elicited many tears.  Yesterday I was cleaning the dining room hutch and I put her bean plant from school on the floor. . .and forgot about it.  One of our cats ate the whole thing.  Olivia was devastated.  Through tears, she grabbed the pot, put it in her room and told me with sunlight, water, and lots of love. .it will grow again (I don't think bean plants do. LOL.) I offered to get new seeds or a new plant for her, but she insisted that she still loves her old plant.  I had to remind her that her bean plant is dead.

"But, mom, you don't stop loving something just because it dies."

  

This time, I wiped the tears from my eyes and told her she could keep the pot in her room as long as she wants.  Sometimes she is wise beyond her years.   And has such a kind heart.