These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Monday, August 06, 2012
I don't know why she was mad at me
The little boy who sat next to me was looking intently into my face. Nothing subtle about it. So I smiled at him. He asked me if he could play my game.
Now he was about 4 and couldn't spell. I asked him what letter his name began with and he answered with "D" and we tried to build words that included "D." Then he asked if I had any other games. I had just begun to load Angry Bird for him when his mother got up, grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the door, even though their stop wasn't for a few minutes. Mom never made eye contact with me. She never spoke to her son.
I was being very patient with her little boy. He initiated contact. I didn't ask him name (just his first initial). I never told him my name. I never touched him. I don't know why she was so upset with me.
I also don't know why she didn't interact more with her son. It's probably easy for me to judge -- after all, I'm not a mom myself and I don't know how exhausting a lad like him can be. But his interest in my game showed an interest in letters and, by extension, words that I hope she encourages.
Posted by The Gal Herself at 8/06/2012 08:05:00 PM 3 comments:
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