Some people impact my life the moment I lay eyes on them. Words don’t even have to be spoken. For me, these people are mostly children.
On thé other hand, sometimes it takes longer to build a rapport. Sometimes I see a child, even talk to them, a dozen or a hundred times before really connecting with them
And that, as a sage woman recently told me, is the beauty and the irony of being human: every person and every relationship is different.
And here are some more beauties and ironies.
It’s strange, really, how I can meet a person and understand immediately that they have already changed my life.
It’s strange how my heart can literally jump at the sight of a pair of eyes in a sparkling in tiny upturned face and then turn an actual somersault inside me at the sound of a joyful giggle.
It’s strange how the action of hugging is universal and transcends the need for words.
It strange how a world view or strong opinion can melt and morph in the instant it takes a small hand to touch a larger one.
It’s strange how garbled first words and mispronunciations become a new entire language.
It’s strange how no words at all can be more powerful than many words.
It’s strange how the pain of a child can create fissures of pain in me, how a scared sobbing girl running down the street toward me scars my heart even more.
It’s strange that after loving sad children for so many years, their pain and fear is still contagious to me. Sometime wish I was immune to it.
It’s strange how life works. How my/our life keeps filling fuller and fuller with children who need more love or care or safety than their caregivers can give. It’s stranger still that these same children rescue me from myself and my selfishness , love us in return, and shake up the settled routine life BTT and I live with their extravagant child happinesses and dramas and ideas
I would love to give you a name for the child who was the inspiration for each it’s strange musing . But they are precious and tiny and innocent and they deserve privacy and respect. So I can’t .