A Baby’s Hug   36 comments

Got this as an email and just felt I should share it here….

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, ‘Hi.’ He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.

We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. ‘Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy.. I see ya, buster,’ the man said to Erik.

My husband and I exchanged looks,
‘What do we do?’

Erik continued to laugh and answer, ‘Hi.’

Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, ‘Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.’

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.

My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. ‘Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,’ I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby’s ‘pick-me-up’ position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man’s ragged shoulder. The man’s eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby’s bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.

I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, ‘You take care of this baby.’

Somehow I managed, ‘I will,’ from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, ‘God bless you, ma’am, you’ve given me my Christmas gift.’

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, ‘My God, my God, forgive me.’

I had just witnessed Christ’s love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, ‘Are you willing to share your son for a moment?’ when He shared His for all eternity. How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago.

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, ‘To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.’

Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow-man that identifies who you are.

This one is a keeper.

‘It is better to be liked for the true you, than to be loved for who people think you are……’


Posted 25/10/2013 by linda in Linda's Thoughts

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36 responses to “A Baby’s Hug

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  1. Just dropping in on November 14, to let you know that I think of you both often and miss you so much!! It is just not the same without you both here. You are in my thoughts and prayers. I am sending you both hugs and much love. Please pass my thoughts on to Rob as well!!!! xxxx

    • Hallo Skye, thank you for all the hugs and love you send our way, we missed you too. We are back from holiday and it is so great to be blogging to my friends again. We had an accident on the day that we arrived at our holiday destination, luckily no one was injured, I praise The Lord for looking after us and the lady in the other car. Love Linda.xxxxx

      • Linda, when I woke up this morning, I got the greatest gift…….YOU ARE BOTH BACK!!!! SAFELY!!!! I missed you both and thought of you often. I am praising God you were not hurt. I hope there was not too much damage to your vehicle, but in the grand scheme of things, that does not matter. Although, pocket book issues can be hard to deal with as well.

        I look forward to hearing about your adventures. Hopefully, you took photos!!! πŸ™‚ Big hugs and much love sent your way!!!!

  2. Tell Rob he’s welcome to come along but, stop in for the post, and stay for the awards. πŸ™‚ http://archonsden.wordpress.com/2013/11/08/woot-woot/#respond

    • Congratulations on your award Arch, and thanks for mentioning me, really appreciate it. Rob and I have been away for two weeks, but it is good to be back and blogging to my buddies again.

  3. So inspirational and a great lesson Linda. Thanks for sharing hon. Loved it. πŸ˜€ *hugs*

  4. Such a beautiful story, that I’m so glad that you shared. πŸ™‚

  5. Beautiful story, Linda, thanks for sharing…now for the tissues..
    *big hugs*

  6. I am sitting here with tears in my eyes Linda. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could retain that innocence that we have when we come into this world throughout our entire lives? Thanks so much for sharing this Linda.

  7. A most heart warming story which really brought tears to my eyes, Linda. Thanks so much for sharing. Such an important lesson can be learned from this. πŸ™‚

  8. A very lovely and moving story. Thank you!

  9. My goodness! I can only imagine how many different thoughts must have gone through your mind, Linda! It’s such an unusual circumstance it makes me wonder if the man was an “angel” sent for a very unusual lesson. You sure never did forget it. πŸ™‚ Thanks for sharing such a lovely message. I found this story very moving.

    • That families story reminds me of the saying….Never judge a book by it’s cover. God made us all in his own image, no matter what we wear or how we look. From now on, when I see a homeless person, I will certainly give him or her at least a smile and a greeting.

  10. I don’t know if you remember that article I wrote on Street Articles…”never judge a book by it’s cover” (or something like that) about that poor man Dirk and Basil gave a lift to returning from a meeting… this reminds me a lot of that… and how often have we not said “shame look at that poor fellow, there but for the grace of God go us”… If we only stopped for a chat like Mrs. P. I wonder how much it might just change the persons day…

  11. Goosebumps.

  12. Thank you for sharing this powerful and touching reminder, Linda.

  13. “Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others.” That is a beautiful, moving story my friend. Everyday, my son teaches me the things that are truly really, pure and essential. Things that I once knew as a child but forgotten as an adult. God bless.

  14. You really never know what an individual has experienced until you take the time to talk to them. I was talking to a homeless man who lived on the streets and I guess he felt comfortable enough to share with me that he chose to live on the streets. When I asked why? He told me that he owned a house and that his wife had died there, a few years later he remarried and his second wife was murdered there…in the house. He said the house made him too sad and that he just needed to be free of all the negativity and living on the street gave him a peace of mind that he had not yet been able to find. To prove his point, he said, I have money…lots of it and he pulled a roll of bills from his pocket…easily several thousand dollars. He said he feels that one more year and he’ll be able to live in a house again.

    That baby took the time to talk to the old man and for a few moments, he felt safe enough to reveal just a little bit of himself…I’m sure there was a lot of healing in that moment. You know what they say about the power of love and children, especially babies are so adept at giving unconditional love. We could learn a lot from this baby.

    • Mrs.P, what a sad life this man has had to endure, but how wonderful that you took the time to talk to him, God bless you for that.

      It brought tears to my eyes, when after the baby hugged the man, he thanked the mother and said that was the greatest gift. This has once again opened my eyes, when I see a homeless person, to not judge him or her, because I do not know what heartache, has brought them, to lead the kind of life they do. And yes, we could learn a lot from this baby.

  15. Oh wow, this is almost exactly like a true story that happened to a lady I knew when I lived in the States! She had a son with Down’s Syndrome who was five years old. They had gone to a fair that was in town, and the boy had gone on a few rides, and then wanted to go back on the big wheel again, he loved it so much the mother ended up letting him have several more goes on it. Finally she told him it was time to go, just one more turn. The whole time he had been on it, she had been looking a bit disapprovingly at the man who ran it, he was scruffy and dirty and rough looking. After the boy got off from his last ride, before she could stop him, he ran to the man, flung his arms around him and said “Thank you! You have the best ride in the whole fair!”. And the man’s eyes welled up with tears, and he said to the mother, “I’ve been working on this fair for 20 years, and that’s the first time anyone has ever thanked me.” And exactly the same as in your story, the mother felt so wretched for having looked down on the man, when her son didn’t see anything but good in him! I’m crying now remembering it!

    Such a similar story, with the same message behind it! So important not to judge by appearances.

    • I think we can learn a lot from that little Downs Syndrome boy. That poor man, 20years!!! and never a thank you, how sad is that. I had such a lump in my throat when I read that.

      You are so right Vanessa, it is important to not judge by appearances.

  16. And I’m crying too, thank you.

    • Lucid Gypsy, thank you for reading my post. And yes, I had tears in my eyes as well when I read this. It is so sad when people get judged by the way they dress and look.

  17. Brings tears to my eyes. What a beautiful story.

    • Thank you, a real eye opener, I think a smile and a greeting to a homeless person, would make them feel good for the rest of the day.

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