Compassion

Luke is like me--he does his best thinking when his hands or body are busy. Honestly, I can't think at all if I am not moving or at least doodling!

Just now Luke was in my bedroom, cheerfully dismantling a small cardboard box with his hands and a pair of scissors (no, I don't know why...) and talking to himself under his breath. Suddenly he turned to me:

Luke: Mom, do you know what compassion means?

Mom: What?

Luke: It's when you see someone who needs help and you want to help.

And he went back to working on the cardboard box, whispering to himself...