A Baby’s Hug – Beautiful Story

A Baby’s Hug – Beautiful Story

Judging a personBaby's LoveWe 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 highchair 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.’

If this has blessed you,
please bless others by sending it on. Sometimes, it takes a child to remind  us of what is really important. 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. This one is a keeper. ‘It is better to be liked  for the true you, than to be loved for who people think you
are……'(Amen!)     believe we could all take lessons from Gods little children!!!

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About Dick and Danna

Resume for Dick Vernon, PHD (Possess Highschool Diploma) I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. I am a strong conservative politically. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I make women swoon with my sensuous steel guitar playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I’m bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, I repair computerized aircraft panels free of charge. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don’t perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. Ihave been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations with the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On week- ends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I have given Rachel Ray and Emirile cooking lessons. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performe open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis many times when I taught him how to play guitar.. But I have not yet gone to college. ——————————————————- Resume for: Danna Vernon I put up with Dick Vernon. Doesn’t that say it all?
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