I’m hearing an echo from three-year-old Tommy these days.
We’ve been reading Kindness by Jane Belk Moncure. “Kindness is tying a shoe, so my sister will not trip on the string,” we read. “Kindness is holding a door open for someone whose arms are full.”
Auntie Anna and I are talking. The TV is on, but no one is watching it. Tommy turns it off and announces, “I turned off the TV. That was nice of me.”
He comes with me when I go to the health clinic for a shot. I’d warned Lisa that I wince when I get it, and asked if she minded if I took Tommy. I didn’t want to make him afraid of the doctor. No problem, she said.
“It’s going to hurt,” I explain to Tommy, “but it’ll be over in a moment.”
I wince. “It’ll be over in a moment,” Tommy says reassuringly.
He opens the door for me. “I opened the door,” he says. “That’s kindness.”
He was the ringbearer for Rona’s wedding. “I helped Rona,” he tells me. “Are you so glad I did that?”
Tommy is like a sponge, soaking up teaching from his parents, absorbing new words and ideas, analyzing them, making connections . . . I marvel at the human brain, and at its Creator.
“marvellous are thy works” Psalm 139:14