My precious little grandson loves animals so much! There is a sculpture park down the street from his house and he has a wonderful imagination and loves to hug and talk to the sculptures as if they were alive. It's great fun. Here he is giving a sculpture of a happy snake a big kiss.
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I was going to write about love in its many forms, but I am in the process of changing my topic to compassion. I was recently bullied at an emergency room during a moment of great pain--I was suffering from spinal headaches following a spinal tap. It occurred to me that doctors and nurses are not required or taught to show compassion toward patients, and this makes no sense to me. I always taught my children to show compassion at all times, even if it's just a smile at the tired and grumpy clerk at the grocery store. You never know if your smile is going to change her day.
How do you show compassion? If we make judgments about people that we do not know, how could that affect their day, their week, their life? Why is it that medical professionals are not required to show compassion and in some facilities are encouraged not to show compassion when it has been proven to be such an important part of healing? How do you teach compassion to your children? There are many ways to approach this topic, but I have a feeling that the path you choose in discussing compassion will be personal and will come from the heart.