Last weekend I spent time with a number of special little people : my friends children.
It was only a couple of hours in a park on the South Coast, but the time spent with them provided me with enough joy to survive yet another working week. I was still smiling come Friday 5pm.
And here is why…..
Devine Kid Moment Number 1
My friend Sarah’s boy Sam is 6 years old. I see so much of Sarah in Sam. He is cheeky and mischievous, with a heart of gold. He likes to test his Mum, see how far he can push her without getting a reaction.
I watch all this and can’t help but laugh….Sam is just so funny, more so when he is ‘misbehaving’….a future comedian in the making. He is simply the best.
At the end of our picnic, Sam, who had been proudly carrying around with him all day a small bit of reflector lighting that had once been attached to a bicycle, approached Mae, my friend Jess’ two year old daughter.
Sam had found this piece of bicycle light prior to arriving and our picnic, it clearly was to him more valuable that gold or chocolate!
‘ This is for you Mae’, said Sam, handing over the small piece of orange plastic to the little girl with golden ringlets‘ So that you can remember me’
My hearted melted.
‘ Oh, Sam, that is just beautiful’ I said
’ Well, I was going to give it to Mae for Christmas but it would be too long to wait’
Devine Kid Moment Number Two
Whilst I was down South last weekend, I had my hair cut at my Sister-in-Law Hairdressing Salon. It was an early morning appointment, 8am sharp.
Saturdays in hairdressing land are busy. By 8.34am the salon was packed to capacity, hair flying in all directions, being cut, coloured, blow dried and straightened,
Amongst it all, a 7-year-old boy sat next to me on a booster seat. His Mother had brought him in the have his hair tamed. He had the most beautiful head of hair, thick and healthy…and so much of it. It had a style of its own, I saw no problem with it but his Mother was having trouble getting a comb through it…. a hair cut the only solution.
The boy sat silently whilst his mane was tamed. It was a compelling sight. This young creature with youth on his side, in room full of women fighting the aging process with hair dye to colour greys!!
My sister-in-law started up a conversation.
’ How is School?’ , ‘ What year are you in?’ ‘ Do you play any sports’
I joined in…..telling the little boy a tale about my cat, Flora , who I had left alone in Sydney for day.
This lead to a new conversation starter
’ Do you have any pets?’ my Sister-in-law asked the little boy.
‘ I have one guinea pig’
Curiosity got the better of me and I butted in…..
‘ What’s it’s name?’
Nothing could have prepared me for the response.
My Sister in Law and I looked at each other and smiled.
‘ That is a beautiful name, how old is Owen?’ I asked
‘ He is 1 ½ years old’
‘Wow’, I remarked‘ Did you have 1st Birthday party for Owen?’
‘ No’ and the little boy smiled
‘ That a shame! Maybe when he turns two you can celebrate with him’
The boy smiled again and nodded his head.
Nothing could top that conversation. I resumed reading the Women’s Weekly magazine, but could not stop thinking about the little boy sitting proudly next to me, sporting the early stages of a stellar new hair cut, eager to get home to show it off to his number one fan, Owen the Guinea Pig.