A Fearless Connection

Before he developed fear, my son enjoyed visiting his great aunt in the nursing home.  At age four, he was a magnet for the attention of the residents who were mostly very old, infirm people.  The residents would see him and smile.  Those in wheelchairs would lean toward him, their faces still looking down upon him, and they would say, in their dry voices, friendly greetings and compliments.  My son soaked in the attention, and as he left the nursing home, he once walked through an aisle of people seated people, most in wheelchairs, and waved to everyone and smiled, as if he were in the center of a parade.  I was charmed.

When he grew older, my son no longer wanted to visit his great aunt or see the aged people.  He felt uncomfortable among them – seeing how decrepit and lonely they were.  I understood his feelings, but I wished he could have held on to the insight of the fearless boy who could easily connect with anyone who projected kindness, no matter the age and no matter the health.

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” Antoine de Saint-Exupery

5 thoughts on “A Fearless Connection

  1. It warmed my heart when I read that your son was so fearless and making their days. As life goes on, we all change in different ways. When I was younger, I didn’t like going to nursing homes (my grandma was in one). Now that I’m almost 30, I feel a sense of joy if I can make someones day! Thanks for sharing 🙂

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  2. Wonderful piece- short but so effective. We see your young son, and also as he is older. We understand. I like the first commenter using the word ‘wistfulness’ in thinking about the change. Perhaps as we start to realize it will happen to those we depend on, and to us, we can’t face it as easily? I wonder…

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