Don't Worry

Abigail and I arrived early for her ballet class today.  There was a little girl from the previous class waiting for her mother.  She was upset because her mother was late.  Abigail walked up to her, put her hand on the girls shoulder and said, "Don't worry.  Your mommy loves you and misses you.  She will come back to get you.  My mommy always comes back."  I was so proud of her.  The little girl just looked at me.  All I could say was, "She's right.  Your mommy will be here soon."