Tuesday, December 19, 2006

On the power of a little one

It was one of those evenings - surrounded by people, but feeling a little bit lonely and a little bit sad. In the midst of that, my favourite three year old walked up to me and crawled up into my lap. He just snuggled there for a bit, all curled up, then looked up at me and asked, "Will you sing Jingle Bells wif me?"

Just his little kid voice and me, while conversations continued all around us: Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way...

It was just what my heart needed: a little snuggle, a little song, a little heart hug from a little red-headed boy.

Sometimes it's those little things that make all the difference.

14 comments:

Hillary said...

Yeah, yeah, not much of a break, I know. This was too sweet not to share...

Queen Bee said...

Awwww!!

Anonymous said...

that's beautiful!

happy and blue 2 said...

That was nice. Hope you aren't still sad..

nachtwache said...

You're back! I got to hug my, all grown up, "little" girl today, after more than a year of her being away. I hope you'll experience much more joy than sadness. And at those moments, when you need it, there will be a little red-head around to hug you :)

Anonymous said...

SO CUTE! Kids can make anything better.

Anonymous said...

Every special moment counts. Thanks for sharing.

On another though... are you sure you had enough time away? Just want to make sure you're taking good care of yourself.

Anonymous said...

thought, not though

CeCe said...

Aww, what a little sweetie!

Jenn said...

oh, that is so sweet!

welcome back (after - what? - 36 hours?)

Anonymous said...

kids sure are wonderful arent they!

Rainypete said...

You can always count on kids to bring you back to reality. Especially this time of year. If we follow their lead then maybe Christmas could become the magical thing it seems to have not been to many for years.

When I'm over the edge I try to see things the way my daughter would and it all seem s a little easier.

Hillary said...

Jenn - yeeah yeeah... it was a whole 90.5 hours, thankyouverymuch ;) I know, not much of a break. I knew I was gonna take some flack for that! But I still am gonna take some time, I think.

Irish Canuck - you're very sweet, thank you.

That little boy was such a gift to me that night. It didn't even bother me when half way through the verse he exclaimed, "Woah! It's a long one! I'm going to stop now," and slithered off my lap and toddled away. Hee hee!

Even the innocence of that made me smile.

Barbara said...

I am glad you got just what you needed. (((hugs)))