Just a few days ago, my best friends went to my place because two of them wanted to change the MP3 Player on their car and as I’m demi-jack-of-all-trades they asked me to do it… Well, actually I volunteered to do it so they didn’t have to pay for that - relatively easy - job.
The thing is that, my nephew – son of two of them, just as the car – was in the visiting party and well, as a normal 4-years-old kid that elevates his head only some inches above the floor, he sometimes get a little jumpy and bad tempered.
At some point he wanted to do something and received a negative for answer. So, the kid went to an exterior window and stayed under the frame and below a protective fence that it has. When I walked over there to pick him up and hold him in my arms, he got hurt by the fence. My bad.
He started to cry, I guess it was part because of the pain and part because of the negative to do what he wanted to do. The point is that I tried to comfort him and make him feel better, but as there’s no better thing than our parents to comfort us when something like this happens, I walked back to the car to continue the task I was performing.
Sooner than later, between hugs and tickles in the arms of her mom, his father told the boy that he wanted a kiss or he was going to eat him. As it was supposed to happen, the kid started hiding between the arms of his mom. But suddenly he got down and started running across the garden yelling: mom! save me! he’s going to eat me!
That picture made me feel a lot better, it meant that the pain was gone and the we had entered the playgrounds once more. You know, is just that feeling that let’s you know that everything’s going to be alright. Is that thing that only children can do within all of their innocence.
A little time later, just minutes, hearing the playful sounds of father and son running and having a good time together chasing and hiding behind mom (even if she thinks she’s not playing), everything was in the background as my concentration was focused in the car’s middle dashboard. Suddenly, a yell brought me back to the place and attracted my full attention to the boy. Unca! Unca! Help me!
When I heard that--- Well, something was really shaken inside me. I truly love that ‘dwarf’, but just knowing that even in a game he looked for me asking for help and protection was just marvelous. Is not just to feel loved by the little guy. Is more than that, in his need there’s no malice, no second intentions, no hidden interests--- There’s only the fact that he called someone that he believes will protect him from any harm that may come in his way and well… Yes, I will always try to help and protect him. Certainly, after that a whole lot of points of view opened for me.
Words of Wisdom:
Every adult needs a kid to teach to,
that’s the way that grown ups learnUnknown (until someone says otherwise)
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