My little Bubbie is 18 months old, and he is absolutely the light of my life. I could go on and on about how wonderful he is, but what mother couldn’t brag about her kid? Instead, I wanted to share a couple of things I’ve observed lately…
First of all, my son might just be the most generous, thoughtful person I know. And he has no idea what it means to be those things. I think that’s what makes it so beautiful. I recently started watching a friend’s 6 month old baby in the mornings. He is so different from my boy. He’s tiny and sleepy and he cries… a lot. After all, he’s just a baby. Peyton grew up at some point, though I can’t pinpoint when it happened. Either way, when the baby cries, Peyton becomes very seriously concerned. He gets little worry lines in his forehead and begins looking around frantically. He’s not looking for the baby, though. He’s looking for something to console him with. Sometimes it is a toy, sometimes it is a binky, and sometimes he runs to the kitchen and tugs on the refrigerator door, as if to tell me “he’s hungry, Mom!!” How does he know?!?! And why does he even care? It amazes me that he can be so concerned for another person when he’s so small himself.
The other thing that has been fascinating to me lately is the way he shares things. At dinner time, when it’s something that he could really take or leave, he eats what he wants and then he’s done. But when it is something he really loves, he wants to share it. His goldfish are an excellent example. He will have a snack cup full of goldfishes, and he eats one, then offers one to me, and then one to his dad. Cookies, chocolate, whatever it is… if it’s delicious, he wants to share. I think it is so neat that he has no concept of where it came from, first of all, and whether or not there is more… but even more so, that he is happy to share his favorite things. As adults, I think we tend to “hoard” our favorite things, and the less of something we have, the stingier we are.
I recently heard one of the djs on KLOVE telling a story about how her son asked her one day if he could give his granola bar to the man that was asking for money at the stoplight they were sitting at. She was heartbroken that not only had she not wanted to do the same, but she wasn’t sure she was okay with him doing it. There is so much danger associated with strangers, but are we creating that danger for ourselves? Are they really that scary? Can’t we be doing more to help those in need and show them God’s love, the way a child would?
We can always be doing more. Always. The hard part is just to do it.