Yesterday morning I had to be at our local hospital before the rooster was crowing. My husband got up early on his only day off and without gripe nor complaint, drove me to the hospital for that pesky little test that you get when you’re of a certain age.
I went with zero makeup or jewelry but did manage a shower before going. Naturally, there was someone I knew there who is adorable…always. I’m certain she is just one of those women who goes to bed after brushing her hair 300 strokes and looks as gorgeous in the morning as she does after getting ready for her day. Thankfully, her sweet heart outweighed her gorgeousness and we chatted like old friends.
But while she was taking her turn with the kind lady at the registration table, I was noticing the scene that was unfolding in front of me. Two groups ahead of me was a Mom, her grown daughter and a little girl. One group in front of me was a Mom with her little girl. She also looked as though she was going to give birth at any second.
When the little girl in the front turned around and noticed the little girl behind her, her tiny little face erupted into one big smile. She waddled over to the girl behind her and kept smiling. And smiling. And smiling.
I stood watching these two little girls. Their curious spirits, their faces glued to one another. Neither knew how to speak a word yet they were instant friends.
There was no thought of age, sex, color, weight, social position, degrees, whether they owned or rented, whether one worked or didn’t. There was kindness because it was innate. It was natural to be that way. For those tiny little girls, all that mattered was that there was someone to smile at. Someone to play with. Someone to giggle with.
One was black. One was white. I was the one who noticed that. Not them.
Jordan and Jacob when they were littles. Lifelong friends. Color never mattered. Still doesn’t.