Turbo and I took the kids to the park for the Easter egg “hunt”. “Hunt” was their word for it, I saw it as more of a “grab”. About 30 square feet roped off, littered with eggs, and signs for age groups. 1-3 years, 4-6 years and 7-10 years. We were running a bit late so I took the kids to the right squares of grass while Turbo parked the car. I settled the boy where he needed to be and explained the rules to him. Then I took the darling girl to her square, close enough that I could still keep an eye on the boy. Teqshot, the girl, was delighted to be outside where it was starting to mist. I handed her her basket and she toyed with it, set it down, played with an umbrella close by and grinned up at me an awful lot. She was just pleased as punch to up early and at the park surrounded by other kids. (I didn’t want to hold her back if it wa something she’d do but I wasn’t going to push her either. In case you don’t know, she’s a non-verbal very tall 5 year-old in the austism spectrum. But she should still be given the chance to be a child.) Anyway, the siren goes off and all the kids rush the squares. I nudge her inside the police tape and she just meanders around watching the other kids dive and swoop for eggs. All the eggs are grabbed and Katie grins up at me again, her basket empty. She gave me a giggle and a hug to thank me for bringing her there, or so I think, anyway. Suddenly a tiny girl with huge liquid brown eyes said to me, “Here, I got lots of eggs,” as she drops a plastic egg into TeqShot’s basket. Three other sweet kids appear from nowhere and drop one of their treasured eggs into her basket as well. I had tears in my eyes as I thanked those beautiful caring children. I was floored by the compassion of those tiny people wanting to share their spoils with my daughter. I wish I would have my wits about me enough to shake those tiny hands as well as the hands of their parents.
Pointless, I know, but I wanted to share. Hope you all had a good holiday.
You hear so much these days how kids can be so cruel to other kids.
It is wonderful to know there is another end to that spectrum. That kindness and respect are still there.
Thank you for sharing that. Good news always needs to be shared.
Mgcklmoon, maybe that’s why I was so moved myself. I hear all the time about how my eight year-old son gets teased at school. (I take these tales with a minute grain of salt though. Can’t let the Mama bear out too soon.) But wow, were those kids amazing. Not even enough time had passed for them to be prompted by an adult to share. They just did and bless them for it.
Zenster, thank you for your kindness and for letting me know I’m not the only getting all dewey over this. I wanted to share and thanks for making me glad I did.
Glad here too, Teq. The very happiest of Easters to you. It makes me feel good to think that your little girl ran into so many new friends all at once. What a great day!
PS: Not a goldurn thing sappy about this in the least.
Heh, Zenster, I was brought up Jewish reformed, so this Easter stuff is new to me. I just don’t want my kids, 1/2 sorta Jewish, 1/2 sorta Luthuren (oh heck, I can’t even spell it! Struggled with this for 3 minutes before letting this monstrosity slide…)kids raised for the most part without the input of organized religion. If they’re interested and want to make a commitment, even just for summer bible camp, “go, have fun and fulfill you’re comitment.” I won’t sign them up or volunteer them without their prior knowledge for anything but I want them to have an Easter basket and Christmas tree, so they won’t be “the weird kid(s)” simply by religion while living on the outer edge of the bible belt. I felt left out growing up Jewish in southern California, I’d hate to think what it’d be like in Missouri.
Wow…there was a tangent, um yeah.
Happy holiday of your choice to you, too! It was a great day. Thank you. And, my heart and thanks goes out to those kids my daughter didn’t have the words to thank herself.
