Miles pretty much spends most of his waking moments on the MommyTaxi these days. He’s between the stage of having conquered all his toys and wanting to do more, but, like the Death Star, he is not “fully operational” yet and can’t seek and destroy on his own. His tractor beam seems to work very well, however, as he has completely sucked me into allowing him to be attached.
But wearing him always gets comments. A lot of people will talk to him directly, which often wins them a big smile. Some people tell me they’d be scared to wear him in the carrier because they’d be afraid he’d fall out. Often people tell me that it looks convenient and ask if it is comfortable. And many times it is a conversation starter.
Today’s conversation was with the elderly man sitting on his own in a booth at the restaurant with a piece of apple pie and a mug of coffee in front of him. I had wandered over to the salad bar with my lunch friend, more to give Miles something new to look at. The elderly man had finished his lunch and hadn’t started on the apple pie yet. He waved us over and he began talking with Miles and telling him how big he is and so on. And maybe he’d be a Bengals player when he grew up and was his daddy big? Well, no, his daddy wasn’t all that big but his granddad was. Oh, well, he (the gentleman) wasn’t a big guy either but he had two sons and they lived in X and Y and his daughter-in-law did A for awhile before she did B and now she does C and his granddaughter is doing D. And his wife died from Alzheimer’s in ’02 after 6 years. And so on.
People need human contact, that’s certainly something that I have come to appreciate more keenly through the past 6 months. Everyone has a story, however simple it may seem on the surface, and everyone likes to talk about their story. It’s an affirmation of existence. So if my small boy can give people a chance to open up and talk, well, I guess that’s ok.
We’re all in this together.