My daughter, the super hero.

A couple days ago I went on a walk with a couple of co-workers.  As we were walking, my co-worker told us a very sad story. 

            Her niece and family (including a 2 year old little girl) were moving from out east back to Minnesota.  With the car and trailer loaded up with all of their belongings they headed out.  When they reached Indianapolis, they stopped for the night to sleep. 

            When they got up in the morning to get back on the road, the car, trailing and everything in it were GONE!   They literally had only the clothes on their back!  Everything they had was gone!  I can not imagine having a 2 year old, no clothes, no toys, no books!

            Broke my heart!  I thought of all the toys my daughter has at home that she never plays with and all the clothes that she has outgrown that I keep “just in case”.

            So that night, while telling my husband this sad story, our 4 year old came running into the room.  “Mommy,” She says, “I know what they need!  They need a super hero!”

I said, “Yes honey, I suppose a super hero would be really nice for them.”

“Well, Mom.” She says, “I am a super hero! And I know just what to do.”

And she proceeded to go through her room and pick out some things for this little girl. 

I said, “Elyzabeth, are you sure?  You will not get these back.”

“Yes Mom.  I have a lot of toys.  And ever kid needs a Pooh Bear.”