I went to church today, and it was good. But the best part of church happened before the real church-church part. (I guess it’s all church, but you know what I mean.)
I was early, and I found this awesome, oversized leather chair to climb into. I was sitting there cross-legged writing and drinking coffee (which in itself is already a spiritual experience) when in my periphery I saw this little blur of motion coming at me – quickly.
This tiny, tiny little blonde girl was barreling across the room toward me. I am not good with guessing children’s ages – like, not good at all – so I can only say that she was in that stage where kids can walk and run well but are still a little wobbly and look as though they could fall over at any minute. Anyway, this tiny little girl ran up to me and literally flung herself into my lap and grabbed my hand and just sat there staring at me. Intensely.
Her name was Genevieve. I know because she had a nametag, for some reason. She didn’t seem to be able to talk yet.
I was totally stunned, and also a little nervous – I didn’t want her parents to think I was some weird creepy lady trying to kidnap their kid or something. I wasn’t really sure what to do, so I sort of picked her up and slid her off of me and back onto her feet. But she didn’t want to let go of my hand.
Then she started bringing things to me. There was a Bible on a table nearby – she brought it to me. She brought me two little plastic signs from other nearby tables. I think she was trying to bring me someone else’s coffee (!) when her father came over and picked her up, swooping her tiny little self up over his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “She’s been trying to get over to you since you came in and sat down. I was holding her back, but she escaped.”
“Oh … it’s no problem at all,” I told him in the least creepy, least threatening voice I could produce.
He carried her away, but she kept staring at me over his shoulder. She was smiling now. I watched them both until they were gone.
She had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. And she looked at me as though she knew me – as though she was waiting to see me. It was the strangest thing.
Maybe it was nothing. Kids are freaking weird!
But that brief, odd little interaction with Genevieve really touched my heart for some reason. I wanted to write it down so that I don’t forget about it.