Hi there lovely people
So I was in my local park a couple of weeks ago, just enjoying myself, spinning a few circles, having fun with my toy, when I noticed that a small person several metres away had escaped from his adult person and was making a bee line for me across the grass.
He looked like a baby with a mission because no matter how much the lady called him, he ignored her, fixed his attention on me and walked (you know that adorable wobbly way that little children do) right towards me.
Of course I stopped hooping and watched him approach knowing that for someone of his young age there could only be one of three things on his mind.
Firstly, he didn’t look tired so I knew he didn’t want to sleep, secondly he didn’t look hungry and I had no food visible anyway, so I ruled that out as a possibility, thirdly I was playing and surmised that my hoop was the object of his attention and perhaps he wanted to play too.
With the lady some distance behind him, he made ground for someone so small and when he was just in front of me I held out the hoop. He grabbed it and plonked himself down on the grass.
This picture is an attempt to recreate the scene, bear for baby, duvet for grass, hoop in situ, I assume you’re with me so far.
I have no idea why it took the lady so long to catch up with him but she eventually arrived, pleading apologetically and upset with the baby for interrupting me. She seemed convinced that he was disturbing me and at that moment her assumption was her excuse to be agitated.
I assured her (or at least tried to assure her) that I wasn’t the least bit bothered. I mean, why would it bother anyone, he was adorable. Her apologies continued but I couldn’t help laughing at the cute little person on the grass, grappling with my hoop.
I was happy to watch him and he was obviously happy to play with the tube of plastic, he rolled under it, crawled over it, picked it up and somehow managed to flip it, even though it looked huge and awkward in his little hands.
Question seventeen: was the baby happy because he was playing or was the baby playing because he was happy?
Question eighteen: does it matter?
It was a delightful moment and I had fun until his adult tried to take my hoop away from him.
Why was she doing such a thing?
What on earth was she thinking?
I intervened and pointed out that we could see he was happy, I wasn’t bothered and there was nothing for her to concern herself about. When I also pointed out that he at least he wasn’t crying she seemed to snap out of her anxiety and calmed down enough to have a conversation with me telling me that he was her one year old grandson, that his mother was at the other side of the park, that he was ‘a bit of a handful’ and she never knew what to do when he cried.
Like most (if not all) little people his attention span was limited and moments later he stood up and without so much as a glance in our direction he walked away.
So as sweet as the whole experience was, I found myself reflecting on the scene that had taken place. Anyone who knows anything about small people will be quite aware that they seldom leave their family member to go to a person they have never met before.
When left to choose for themselves they are most particular about the company they select. That little boy came willingly and without hesitation. He wanted to play and the fact that I was a stranger was of no concern. I never cease to be amazed by how readily children come to me and this is just another occasion to make me remember how blessed I am.
Life is sweet.
Thanks for joining me during this brief return to a recent event, I’ll share another experience some other time. For the moment, I thank you for visiting and reading and bless you all.
Bye for now, CC xx