Yesterday I was feeling sad and decided rather than cry I would go cuddle some kids to take my mind off things and cheer me up. As soon as I walked through the gate and past the kitchen I saw a group of toddlers on the sidewalk. One of the girls was wailing for no apparent reason and all the mothers around her just went about their business. As soon as she saw me she stood up, her tears lessend and she reached her little arms up to me. Of course I more than happily picked her up, partly because her crying was giving me a head ache and I wanted her to stop haha, but mostly because I love holding children, making them feel special and loving them like they’re supposed to be loved. So, I took her in my arms and my favorite one, Pheobe (shh! hehe), who was attatched to my finger, to the swings with a couple other kids trailing behind. I spent the better part of two hours listening to the giggles of the children I was pushing on the swings, picking up the ones who just wanted to be held and trying to talk to a girl on the other side of the fence who spoke hardly any English. At one point one of the moms came over and smiled really big as she told me that she thinks Pheobe looks like me except black! I laughed really hard when she said that! The funny thing is, earlier that day I had been thinking about and missing my little “Romanian daughter”! Slowly one by one and two by two, the kids toddled away to do other things. Pheobe and I were the last ones left and we just sat on a tire admiring the purple, pink and orange smudged sky. What better way could there be to spend the end of a day?
I love that no matter what time of the day it is I can go find endless amounts of children who will cuddle in my arms, pull me around, try to rip my earrings out or poke my glasses.
I love that no matter how I’m feeling they always put a huge grin on my face and a warm feeling in my heart.
