Thursday, December 06, 2012
I take my grandson to the bus stop every school day. He is 6 and in kindergarten. This morning it was 26 degrees with the windchill in the teens. There are two girls at the bus stop. One is in 3rd grade, one in 5th. From what I have observed over the past few months is that the girls are both poor and shy. One girl came to the bus stop on a cold morning with medical gloves on and the other with no gloves on. They rarely speak to me and another grandma at the bus, and today was no exception. I rummaged through my coat closet and found a couple of pairs of gloves in good condition. I took them to the bus stop and asked the third grader first if she wanted a pair. You could tell she was cold. She turned me down. I told her that it was okay to take and keep them. She reluctantly took them and put them on. The other girl was playing away from us and finally walked over to where we were standing. I offered her the second pair and without a word, she accepted them and put them in her pocket. She then walked away. I saw her put them on. By the time the bus came, they were both wearing gloves. I warmed their hands and it warmed my heart. I did not require a thank you, just seeing them put them on was thanks enough.