The man was dressed in a work uniform for the
name of the company was clearing written on the right side of his chest, just
above the heart. Guess companies do that because you are supposed to pour your
heart into your work. This man was reading a popular news magazine while his
son had his hands all over it. Not once did the man scold the boy or lose his
temper. He just sweetly said, “Please let daddy read.” The boy smiled and made
a sound.
The boy made sounds, he did not speak. He also
wore braces on his legs, which meant it was not easy for him to walk, if he
even did. He made several different sounds but all of them accompanied with a
smile.
At this point I caught myself discreetly
staring and paying attention to each and every move. The boy looked at the
magazine and then at his dad’s face and then the magazine again and his dad’s
face. It seemed like he was trying to track his father’s eye route. All of a
sudden the boy gently put both hands on his father’s cheeks and guided his
pop’s face to his so that they’d be looking into each other’s eyes. With this
gesture, the boy gave such a beautiful smile. I caught my caught myself smiling
so heartwarmingly and my eyes tearing. Both of them laughed. It was a magical
moment.
The man looked at me and saw my smile. I did
not turn away in embarrassment for there was nothing to be ashamed of.
The father put away the magazine, took the boy
into his arms and put him over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and the
boy laughed. He got up said good bye to me and took his son upstairs for his
session. I kept on watching them. As the father walked up those twenty or more
steps, he bounced his son a bit and the boy laughed loudly. Once again my eyes
watered and my smile opened wide, and the man looked at me again and also
smiled.
There were no dialogues during these minutes,
just smiles, laughter and lots of love and acceptance.
(written June 20, 2012) |
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