A Baby's Hug
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a
high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking.
Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi." He pounded his fat baby
hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his
mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with
merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose
pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of
would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed.
His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose
it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was
sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.
"Hi there, baby. Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to
Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?"
Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi"
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man.
The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.
Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya patty
cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik,
who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skidrow bum, who in
turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal
and headed for the door.
My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot
The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of
here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the
man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be
breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a
baby's' "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled
himself from my arms to the man's.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love
and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his
tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw
tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and
hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back.
No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood
awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes
opened and set squarely on mine. ; He said in a firm commanding voice, "You
take care of this baby."
Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in
pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've
given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was
crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God,
forgive me."
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny
child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a
Mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding
a Child who was not.
I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?"
when He shared His for all eternity.. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had
reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God we must become as little children."
Today it is a solomn day, a day where we remember soldiers from around the world, who have given their lives in various conflicts around the world.
The poppy symbolizes peace and rememberance, as it freely grew in the terrible fields of flanders, as remember by one of the greatest ever war poems
