I was a little delayed in my arrival home from work last night, and poor Kaitlyn was worried sick about me.
I was making my way home, taking the same route I usually do, when I had an unexpected delay. Another driver misunderstood what “right of way” meant, and hit my car in the front left area. Nothing too major, but enough to cause me to be over an hour late in getting home.
Almost as soon as I got out of the car, I let Amber know what happened, and she told Kaitlyn. Immediately, Kaitlyn began to worry about me, and she asked Amber if I had died in the accident. I’m not sure why she would assume that I died, but Amber assured her that I was ok. She worried about me up until the time I got home.
At least that is what I thought.
This morning, as I was about to leave for work, Kaitlyn broke down and was crying her little eyes out. She tried to play off the reason why, but I suspected, and Amber later confirmed, that she was crying because she was worried about me. She did not want me to get into another accident.
I’ve written it before, but it bears repeating: Amber and I are very fortunate that Kaitlyn is such a caring a sweet little girl. The depth of how much she cares for people is remarkable to us. The more someone is around her, and the closer someone gets to her, the deeper she will care about them. She really does embody what Amber and I want her to be, and reaffirms the job we are doing as parents.