She carefully climbed the stairs to the simulated lighthouse, her next adventure at the Children's Museum, when all of a sudden she stopped. The precious one I birthed last held out her tiny hand and said, "Do you want me to help you, Sweetheart?"
A little girl, even younger than her, was on the steps also. A stranger. Halfway up or halfway down? She didn't seem too sure. This one was stuck and a bit frightened.
My heart hangs out of my chest in these moments. The tender innocence of a child seems to stir a whirlwind of emotions. Proud of her kindness, generosity, and gentleness, I smile and watch.
Yet, protectively aware that her helping hand could be slapped out of the way in an instant. She could be left hurting.
When do I tell her?
Will there be a day that I teach her it doesn't always pay to stop? When does a person learn that anyway? Why do adults push and rush, and strive to get ahead even at the cost of hurting others?
Why does a child give up her moments of playing in the museum, just to help a stuck, confused, stranger? Why does the stranger respond graciously and join hands with the offer of help?
My heart ached and I quickly jotted my thoughts on the rugged journal I carry everywhere.
I asked the Mother's heart in me,
"Will I have to teach her the world isn't always so kind?"
"How can I make sure she never gets her hand slapped away?"
"When do I tell her that her tenderness won't always be met with such kindness?"
"Will my heart always ache for them like this?"
"When do I teach her that it would've been ok to keep walking to the lighthouse?"
Not now, and maybe not ever. In that moment I made my choice. I will not teach her these things, but instead I choose to learn from her.
It was her tender heart that led her to help another.
It was her slowed down pace that allowed her to see the need in the first place.
It was her selflessness that caused her to give up her time.
It was her sensitivity that showed her what the little one needed.
So as the Twinkle Toes sneakers light up with every step, I allow my heart to be taught a lesson.......more of a reminder, really. A much needed reminder.
One can love and live straight from the heart. One can keep a tender heart, a steady pace, and be selfless and sensitive.
Have you learned a lesson from a little one? Does your Mother's heart, or Father's heart, ask these same questions?
Leave a comment, I would love to know :o)
Loving and Living Life.............. Amanda