The other day I was lying with Miriam on the bed, trying (in vain, as it turned out) to get her to take a nap. She was jumping around on the mattress instead of resting and accidentally bonked her head right into my forehead.
The stress and frustration of not being able to get her to sleep, combined with very real pain at the impact, caused a few tears to roll down my cheeks.
Miriam saw that I was crying and her natural, toddler empathy kicked in. She said, "kiss better?" and gave me one. Then it was "a big hug." That helped, of course, but I still had tears on my face. So she took her blankie and awkwardly dabbed my cheeks, saying, "no more tears." Finally, she tossed out one of our favorite lines to use on her, with a twist: "Don't be scared; Meme [Miriam] is here."
I guess I've got nothing to fear. I've got a 2-year-old looking out for me.