This evening my son and I went on a walk, a really long walk. He was on his bike, and I walked our dog. We were gone for an hour and a half or two hours. He’s such an outdoorsy boy. Tonight I got to see what a big, compassionate heart he has.
We were on our way back home when he told me he was going to ride ahead and then come back. He got too far ahead of me though, and I couldn’t see him, but I finally caught up with him and I could see his chin quivering. My first thought was that he must’ve fallen off his bike. I asked what was wrong and he said he saw a dead bird. We had seen a dead bird when we were walking to the park earlier, so I assumed that’s what it was.
Later, back at our house just before he was going to bed, he said he saw a big black bird pecking on a smaller bird and the smaller bird was bleeding. He tried to shoo the black bird, but it kept coming back, so he searched around for something to throw at it. When he came back and threw a stick at the black bird, he said the injured bird died right in front of him. He cried. He was so upset, and said it reminded him of Ollie, one our cats, when he died about a year ago.
My sweet little son. So heartbroken over the loss of that small little life. So tender-hearted that even the pain of a little bird makes him grieve. It’s a small ripple, but life is altered when you realize the nearness of death. As a parent, it’s hard to see my child hurting, but at the same time, I’m proud of his compassion & caring.