Remembering KC

I was thinking about by granddaughter, KC tonight and missing her and her parents. I looked through a collection of photos from August and saw this one. I was sitting on the floor by the front door waiting for my friend to pick me up to go line dancing. Two year old KC saw me sitting on the bare floor and brought over a pillow for me to sit on. Then she brought over another pillow, sat on it and waited with me.

I loved seeing her caring and thoughtfulness. I was proud of her, and wondered if it was her own natural empathy or was she somehow taught to be caring by her parents? Was she mimicking behavior she'd seen or did she figure it all out on her own?

I remember my first graders all being so different. Some were incredibly thoughtful and caring and others were very self absorbed. My own two children, raised in the same household are very different. Both are loving and caring but poles apart in so many ways. You'd think they were raised in different households. I guess I believe you are who you are from the moment you are born but you are taught to do the proper social cultural formalities. But then again, how does this explain the liberal versus conservatives?

Good grief? Where am I going with this? I think it's time for me to go to bed.