“Are you
having a nice day Mommy?” he happily inquires.
I can’t say
that I have much to go off of, but yes, I am having a nice day.
My little
charge and I are off to the Cancer Support Community for a program by The American Cancer Society. I am bringing him along, with high hopes, because I
don’t know anyone in the area I can call for two hours of babysitting on a
Monday morning. I have packed a very large bag of trucks, markers, snacks, and
play dough to help keep him busy.
We arrive a
little early and walk down to the beach. I’m imagining a pleasant stint among
the seagulls and the waves. Little H, on the other hand, is consumed by an
attraction to the purple play dough he spotted in the busy-bag. He is not
responding well to my rational argument on the advantages of waiting until
we’re done at the beach. I hand it to him.
I enjoy the
bright sunshine and the crashing waves. I watch two scuba divers coming out of
the water and dozens of seagulls trotting across the sand. My child enjoys
standing there and squeezing his small wad of play dough - and doesn’t even
drop it in the sand.
“The Look
Good… Feel Better” seminar we’re here for this morning provides women
undergoing cancer treatment with a bag full of donated cosmetics and detailed
instruction on how best to use them to combat appearance-related side effects.
Five other
ladies and I are seated at a long table covered in boxes of cosmetic goodies,
mirrors, and instruction booklets. Little H is a perfect child during the two
hours of discussion and demonstration. He’s quiet and content, playing with empty
make-up boxes and that wad of play dough, eating his crackers and pushing his
trucks across the carpet.
Little H was
right, today is a good day.
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