D&C 35:17 ". . . and in weakness have I blessed him."

Friday, November 1, 2013

The Kindness of Others

    It was Sunday afternoon. We were in our usual spot. While the rest of the congregation enjoyed sacrament service from the chapel, we occupied the foyer. Emma ran around gleefully, enjoying the independence that comes with being two. David was strapped into his blue Graco stroller. The one we used for him when he was a toddler, now a few sizes too small. His lanky five-year-old legs sprawled past the foot rest and touched the floor. Although a tight fit, he was contained. Our only assurance he wouldn’t make a mad dash from the building.
            He was chewing a small, white towel. The one we used to manage his chewing compulsion and keep his Sunday shirt from developing holes.
            Jeff, an especially kind man in our ward, passed by. After greeting Rob and I, he hunched down in front of the stroller and attempted to connect with David. Immune to his attempts, David stared away.
    Jeff then picked up the dry end of the towel hanging from David’s mouth, and put it in his own mouth. David’s eyes widened with delight. Jeff now had his full attention.
    Together they played a game of tug-of-war, each clenching a corner of the towel between their teeth.
            Rob and I smiled at each other and then we laughed as the game ended. David took the well-soaked, soggy corner from his own mouth and held it up to Jeff’s—rewarding him with his favorite oral companion.
    Not only had Jeff taken the time to connect with David, but he’d won his heart. 
    I loved Jeff for loving David.
    When people are kind to David I feel Heavenly Father’s love for me. It’s easy for others to look away and pretend they don’t notice him. Some refrain from interacting with him out of feeling awkward or uncomfortable. They politely keep their distance out of not wanting to interfere or give offense.
    Then there are those who amaze me. They go out of their way to interact with my son, even when he doesn’t respond or tries to avoid them.
    I feel God’s love through their kind actions.


  1. Wow...overwhelming that someone would be so sensitive as to feel how to interact with David. I love your blog, Genie.

  2. Wonderful story. It's just the little things that add up over time.

  3. Thank you this was inspiring to hear your perspective. I need to be better at being aware and more tender toward little ones, or anyone who is different. Everyone just wants to be seen and to matter. Is there anything more endearing to a mom than someone loving their children? It's lovely that you were cognizant of that kindness but it makes me sad that you don't experience it as a rule rather than an exception. I will be better. Thank you.