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A BABY'S HUG

Thursday, December 06, 2012

I hope this touches you as it touched me!!

~ 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 skid-row 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.


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. How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago.

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.'

We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.

"It is better to be liked for the true you, than to be loved for who people think you are......Amen!"


I believe we could all take lessons from Godís little children!!!


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PATTISTAMPS 12/11/2012 10:18AM

    What a timely and beautiful story. Thank you for sharing, Monika!

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HUBBYANDI 12/7/2012 4:04PM

    I have seen this before, but it is nice to be reminded again. Thanks for sharing!

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ILIKETOZUMBA 12/7/2012 1:04AM

    What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it. :)

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ANHELIC 12/7/2012 12:05AM

    What a beautiful story. In the Bible it says whatever you do to the least of these, you do unto me. Awesome love of God shone through.

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MINANCY 12/6/2012 10:01PM

    I could hardly read the last few paragraphs, my eye sight was blurred by my tears. Thank you for the reminder of what Christmas really means.
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IAMWINNING 12/6/2012 8:59PM

    How very touching. Thank you for sharing this lovely reminder of how we SOULD be.

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NOMORENOMORE 12/6/2012 7:07PM

    Beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing.

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AMARILYNH 12/6/2012 6:41PM

    Very, very touching!!

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YOBOELI 12/6/2012 6:14PM

    That was so beautiful thank you so much for sharing this it touched my heart. Life is so strange at who it brings into your life everyone is meant to be whether it is forever or for a season. Good Bless you and your family and Merry CHRISTmas.

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