" I found one Mummy!!!"
says my just about four
year old boy.
We are on our town green
at the, combined churches Easter Egg Hunt.
This is Tod's first big egg hunt and he does n't quite
seem to have the hang of it.
Tod my boy, who now sits with his plastic egg.
Happy as can be!!!
"Honey don't you want to go find some more ?"
"Can I ?"
"Why don't you go find one for Nanna & Da."
So off he goes, just about quivering with excitement,
Dad trailing protectively behind.
He comes back with four more eggs, so five in total.
One for Nanna,
One for Mummy,
One for Da
and one for me.
We ask, the obvious,
Tod, who is the last one for?...
It's for her,
he says pointing to a lady, sitting alone,on a park bench
watching the children play.
She is a complete stranger,
to us, and looks a little bedraggled, not a street person, or drunk, just beyond caring.
"Why her ?" We ask, just a tad alarmed,(Stranger danger and all that.)
because, " She is all alone and sad, with no eggs
and everybody should have eggs on Easter.
Gobsmacked much!!!.....
Our little man saw to the heart of it.
While we looked at the shell.
We took the egg over to, Anne, for that was her name and asked, if she would join us for a picnic lunch of fish and chips.
It turned out she was travelling through and had broken down .... was stuck till early next week(until her car was fixed) and was missing easter with her family. She had come to the
park, to see children play
on Easter Sunday morn.
As we parted later, with address's exchanged.
She leant over and said in my ear.
"You've done well, such a thoughtful little fellow."
I just beamed through my
welling tears.
Then she walked away.
and Tod gave her his cheery little wave.
so not so much a poem, as a proud mumma gush
but it is cuteness with a lesson
oh and one other thing i must explain the kids find plastic eggs which they then trade in for real eggs(for safety reasons) i found that to be a little sad. i understand why. but i'm still sad