I remember talking to another mom and she was talking about trying to teach her son empathy. I thought to myself, when do we start understanding the meaning of empathy?

When Olivia was younger, if she saw me tear up a bit or bump into something, she would laugh. I had to explain that it’s not good to laugh when someone is sad or hurt. I know she is still trying to understand.it was hard at times when I would see her laugh at me if I bumped into things, etc.

One day I was just having a crazy day and I just cried. She was pretending to be a monster with a Lego box and when she took it off she saw me crying. She asked me what was wrong and said, “Daddy will be home later, do you want some milk to feel better? Do you want to hold Bobo?”

It made my day. She offered me Bobo, which was so sweet.
It made me feel like, yay, she is starting to know the meaning of empathy.
Despite dealing with tantrums, there is still hope:)