I ran into one of my tiny pals at the Hungry Bear at lunch this afternoon. He was with his mom, grandma, and infant brother. Keep in mind, I have not seen the family since before Christmas when the program went on a mid-winter hiatus. We are scheduled to resume in March.
I went over to him where he sat in his high chair. He leaned into me and I patted his back and hair. He either liked the feel of my bright red wool cape or I was rememberedJ A couple of times he leaned back and then came close again never making a sound of any kind just epitomizing a gentle child full of trust. It is moments like this that have filled the last 40 years. Is it any wonder that decades from when I started this job it remains as fresh and as fulfilling?