I’ve just gotten home from a law enforcement assist. A caregiver is going to jail, and I was needed to watch a young child until a relative could come pick him up.
As we waited together in the parking lot of my office building, the little one asked me to hold him, and I did. We talked about the dark sky and the stars. We talked about seeing and hearing the water spray onto the grass from the sprinklers. We watched a truck pass by, and he told me he likes trucks. He wasn’t clinging or scared. He just was a bright and beautiful little boy sharing a moment with me.
That little boy touched me deeply. He didn’t judge me. He didn’t care that I’d just gotten out of bed to come care for him and my hair was all kinds of kinky due to the humidity. He didn’t care that I’m old. Or fat. Or don’t believe in God.
Compare that sweet little soul to many people I meet who seem to get their panties in a wad because I have opinions and I’m not afraid to express them. Who see me as somehow unworthy because of my age. My size. My propensity to like cats.
As that little boy grows, will he continue to be the same non-judgmental soul he is today? Or will we older, wiser, humans teach him to hate others because their skin tone is different, or they have different sex organs?
I don’t know. I only know that today I was gifted with the opportunity to spend some time with someone I didn’t judge, and who didn’t judge me. It was an amazing experience, and if you haven’t done so lately, I highly recommend you try it.
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