Mary Grace had a gift certificate to Barnes and Noble from her birthday. When we went out shopping the other night, we told her that she could choose a book.
She brought back a paperback Barbie Princess book that was only $3.99.
"Honey, this is only four dollars - you have ten! You can afford to get two books like this!" I said, and she scampered off.
A few moments later she came back to BJ and I with a Disney Princess book in her hand. "I chose this book for Claire."
We didn't prompt her. We would've bought Claire a book, anyway, so she didn't go home empty-handed (books are the one thing with which I don't mind spoiling the kids). But Mary Grace noticed that Claire didn't have a gift card, and she got her little sister a book, all on her own.
She has such a kind heart.
(I post this here not to boast, but to record and to remember. Sometimes it's easy to get overwhelmed with the difficult moments, and the sweet gestures are so easily forgotten. Why is it that our minds remember the hard days so much more easily than we remember the good days? Is it part of being a mother, or is it just part of life?)