We took William to a magic show as a reward for finishing his school workbook. As we walked in yesterday and chose our seats, I sat down next to a woman who had two daughters. The older one looked to be around 8ish, the younger one somewhere around 16 months.
The show started and the lights dimmed and everyone was engrossed in the comedian/magician. The little girl gradually got more and more wiggly, crawling off her mom’s lap, back on her mom’s lap. I had tried to connect with the little girl earlier when I had sat down, but she just gave me a hard stare, which totally cracked me. Nothing says “you’re a goofball” quite like a child under 2 giving you the death stare. Tough customer.
Anyway, I kind of tuned her out and didn’t pay much attention to what was going on as I focused on the show, other than to notice that the little girl was quite limber and impressive in her feats as she climbed all over her mom and her mom seemed kind of defeated… like, “just do what you want, all I want to do is watch the magic show already.”
At one point, she climbed back up on her mom’s lap and curled up, her back to me. All of a sudden I felt a tickling on my hip, which kind of spider walked up my side. I wasn’t sure what exactly it was until I side-glanced and realized the little one was nursing and her hand must have gotten “lost” somehow.
Amused, I moved my hand down and captured the fluttering hand of the little girl. She grasped on and pretty soon her little thumb was stroking the back of my hand, back and forth, back and forth. She relaxed and quieted, soothed. Not even realizing whose hand she was holding. I smiled, thinking that her mom probably holds her hand in a normal nursing situation, but with her attention elsewhere and just wanting her to be quiet, she didn’t even realize it.
Her mom laughed at the show and the little girl startled and got wiggly again. But it was just a sweet moment that made me smile.
William loved the show, by the way. So did we. 🙂