In the doctor’s waiting room yesterday, I noticed a young Mum struggling with one of her children.
She had one in the pram and the other, being super wriggly and defiant in her arms. She seemed super self-conscious and stressed. It was interesting to watch the effect that this had on others in the waiting room.
Some looked annoyed.
Some were oblivious, playing with their phones or reading Take 5 from 2003.
Others, including me, shot her a sympathetic, solidarity-sister-I’ve-been there, smile.
“I should go and give her a hand, read the boy a book” I thought. But didn’t.
I was feeling all the empathy in the world for her, but beyond some eye contact and a smile, I didn’t act.
A moment later, a woman who had been sitting in the corner knitting, popped her knitting aside, got up and walked over to the magazine area.
She fossicked for a little while through the assorted books and magazines.
A smile came over her face when she finally struck gold; a Bulldozer book.
She walked back with a spring in her step right over to that little boy and his Mum.
“Gee, have I got something special to read you” she said to the little boy.
Moving her knitting to the floor, she invited the boy to come and sit next to her.
His Mum’s face softened immediately.
His bucking and wiggling dissolved into complete stillness as he took to the seat next to her.
I watched, captivated as he fell under her spell.
She magically breathed life into the worn out bulldozer book!
The Mum’s gratitude was palpable.
I looked at her and smiled, she smiled back.
The woman asked the boy some questions about the book and he answered and giggled along giving the Mum the opportunity to tend to her baby in the pram.
After a little while, the doctor called her name.
She thanked the woman wholeheartedly before taking the children into the waiting room.
The woman smiled, then bent down and picked up her knitting. She took up where she had left off without missing a beat.
She was oblivious to the fact her act of kindness had just changed the entire feeling in the doctor’s waiting room – and probably the Mother’s entire morning.
She embodied everything that our world needs more of. Her eyes were open to others, she saw how she could help; she helped.
I am sure that she was blissfully aware of the fact that I sat there in absolute admiration.
Next time I have a gut-feeling to help someone, I am going to think of this legend of a woman and get right onto it.
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