Out of the Mouths of Babes- Friends

We’re watching a presentation on “Forgotten Fair Hill.”  The room is packed.  Before I signed up for the presentation, I had checked to make sure kiddo would be welcome and we were cleared, so I signed up.  If there is something that could be “adults only” I check first.  If it is for just adults, I don’t sign up.  I don’t have money for a sitter, so I don’t go.  When we arrive I’m surprised to see a whole room full of people!  We had arrived early and I staked the end two seats in the back with plenty of room for him to play with his train or draw on his boards.

Things are going pretty well… his noise level is low and he’s playing with his train.  Then I spot DANGER!!!  A BUG!!!  A BIG BLACK BUG headed towards kiddo.  I think… maybe it will turn..  It doesn’t.

All I can picture is kiddo shrieking at the top of his lungs about this bug!

Kiddo catches sight of the bug.  He tenses and his terrified face appears.

I rack my brain… what now… Mommies are supposed to solve everything.  My Mommy Arsenal is small and mostly filled with things that don’t work well.  I pull out the “friend card.”

Trying to sound confident, I tell kiddo that the bug is a friendly bug.  It probably likes trains and wants to check them out, too.

I hope he’ll buy it… otherwise I have nothing…

He buys it.  He starts giggling quietly and is introducing the bug to his trains.

Then the bug does what bugs do and it leaves.  Turns… walks away… doesn’t look back… doesn’t pause… disappears…

Kiddo indignantly (but quietly) says, “HEY!!!  He’s not my friend!!!  Friends don’t just go away and  leave you!!”

Out of the mouths of babes…

About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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