The Nice Thing About Strangers
Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
One Giant Leap for Ein Kleines Kind
The plastic bag is in the top of the tree. Three stories up. This distance means little to the two foot child under the tree, leaping with his hands up, reaching and stretching for the bag. Then calling, “Get down here,” as another tactic. His mother hails him in, as the afternoon is growing breezy and the bag is irreparably encased in branches far above even her maternal height.
He holds up a finger, a request for one final attempt. And with a loud tennis-player-grunt he extends, he jumps with all his energy. It’s barely a hop. An adorable one, but barely off the ground. At a loss, he strolls sullenly back as directed. His good mother grins and welcomes him into her arms, impressed with his good will and his great attempt.
–Colorado Springs, Colorado.
Near Innsbruck, Austria
The Nice Thing About Strangers 
This is such a touching mother and son moment! It is about what’s in our heart and the effort we make – not what we can do. Lovely. Her respect of him will help him grow tall in spirit.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thanks so much, Wendy! I loved getting to see this interaction too. A beautiful parenting and childhood moment. Thanks for reading it!
Awww….Just filled my heart with warm rays of hope and sent me wandering into the days of my childhood!!
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Awww! Now, that is a great sign! 🙂 Thank for coming by to read the story.
I think I remember trying something along those lines! 🙂