The other night we went to the annual Inner City Fish Fry at the Fairgrounds and sat at the table with our good friends Jim Bob and Helen. Jim Bob loves Lawton (as well as any other kid - he's so good and gentle) and has always sang a frog song to Lawton that makes him laugh. As we were leaving for the night, Jim Bob reached down in his pocket and handed Lawton five or six coins for his "piggy bank". You would have thought that Jim Bob had given him a
million dollars! Lawton excitedly came and showed me and then ran and gave Jim Bob a huge hug around the legs. (Lawton does not give out many hugs to other people - especially unprompted!) Jim Bob then entrusted him with a few more coins for Carolina's piggy bank. Lawton took his responsibility very seriously. :)
Every Wednesday night when we walk down the hall to leave church, Mr. Andy, one of Lawton's two year old teachers
from last year, always lets Lawton choose a treat even though he hasn't been in his class for a year. Mr. Andy knows that Smarties are his favorite and makes sure there are always some in the bowl. He keeps feeding that sugar habit . . .
Watching these interactions have reminded me of a few people from my youth. Every Sunday after church was over, I would always seek out Ms.
Beaman, the "
bubble gum lady". She had a large gray beehive and had a special shoe because one leg was shorter than the other. Without fail, she would hand me a piece of gum every time I would go see her - and I loved her for it. Then, while walking out of church, our preacher would reach up on top of the coat rack and let me choose a
dum-
dum out of a white, round
Tupperware bowl.
Mrs.
Tarpley was a jewel of a neighbor that was just a fence hop away from our backyard. The wire fence was bent down from where my sister and I would go and visit her on a regular basis. I'm not sure if she and my mom would talk on the phone to let her know we were coming or if my mom would call her in desperation saying that she needed her to keep us out of her hair for a little while. Regardless, my sister and I loved going over there and playing a mean game of Aggravation and then always leaving with a handful each of Double Bubble. She even had a special Valentine's Dinner for us one year. I'll never forget it.
Remembering how these small, kind "sweet" gestures made me feel, and then watching how they make Lawton feel gives me a "goal". Right now, I can't really be handing out sweets to other kids while I won't dole them out to my own child all the time. But, one day when the kids are out of the house, will I be the "bubble gum lady" to the next generation? I hope so.