(In the car)
Beckham: Mommy...Mommy...
Me: Yes, Beckham.
Beckham: Mommy...I sick. I sick Mommy.
Now, I don't know if he really comprehended what he was saying...but, I know that Beckham is very aware of what is going around him. He is in tune with other's feelings. He is such a sensitive little guy. I already find that he is comforting me in all of this. Which I don't feel is very fair for him. I'm supposed to be the strong one. Not my sweet Beckham...putting his hand on my face...saying, "Don't cry Mommy. It's okay. It's okay."
So for now, I am working on stay as positive as possible not letting him see me upset. I don't want him to feel scared or concern.
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