By G. E.
Shuman
One day last week I was in my car,
and happened to have just approached an intersection in downtown Barre, when
something simple, but somehow profound, happened to me. Just as I was slowing
to stop at the intersection, a young woman came around the corner of a building
and headed down the sidewalk, facing toward me. This lady was pushing one of
those ‘double’ baby strollers, which was occupied by two very young
infants. Although I am not normally a
very ‘smiley’ person, it is my natural inclination to smile when I see a baby. I’m not sure why that is, other than the fact
that I have always loved babies and small children. (For this very reason, I am attempting,
personally, to go right from my first childhood into my second, and avoid all
of that nasty adulthood stuff in between. So far I have succeeded quite well at
this. Just ask my wife.)
The thing that happened next, as you
have probably guessed from the title, is that the young woman must have seen me
smiling at her beautiful twins, as I waited for the traffic light to change. I
looked up at her, and she immediately smiled back at me. That was it… that was all, and you might be
wondering why I was so struck by her smile, to call the occurrence
profound. Well, you see, as I drove
away, probably never to see those infants or their proud mom again, I realized
that she had appreciated MY appreciating her children, and let me know that,
with a smile. I think that that appreciation
doesn’t happen much today, especially with strangers. I also think that fact is a sad one.
We live in a sinful, dangerous world
today, where kids are rightly taught to not speak to strangers; and one in
which children are kidnapped, or neglected, or abused. Such horrifying things are in the news almost
daily. When I was young such terrible occurrences were rare, and most parents
felt safe allowing their kids to play throughout the neighborhood. Even as
preteens, my friends and I would spend summer evenings playing army or cops and
robbers on our street and even in the woods, guided only by moonlight. There was
not the fear of danger then that parents must face today.
Even though I hate the idea, I think
that people like me, from my generation, need to be careful these days, for the
sake of the kids, and I need to heed my own advice. For years now, when my wife
has been pushing a shopping cart around the supermarket on a Saturday morning, (and
I am dutifully following her,) I just love waving at the young kids in their
carts, and getting smiles and waves in return.
(I have to have some fun.) Truthfully, and sadly, this is probably
counterproductive, if their parents are teaching them to not trust strangers.
Still, that day in my car, at that
downtown Barre intersection, I felt a bit of hope, that not everyone is
suspected of evil intent just because they are someone who is unknown. I
happened to be in the right place at the right time that day, to see the double
blessing that was riding in that double stroller. I also saw a joyful young mom, and she smiled
at me. J
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