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.

train, Innsbruck, Austria

Near Innsbruck, Austria

5 comments on “One Giant Leap for Ein Kleines Kind

  1. greenlightlady
    March 27, 2013

    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!

  2. Personal Concerns
    March 29, 2013

    Awww….Just filled my heart with warm rays of hope and sent me wandering into the days of my childhood!!

    🙂

  3. Jonathan Caswell
    April 2, 2013

    I think I remember trying something along those lines! 🙂

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