Last weekend, I spent some time with a friend and her four-year-old granddaughter. We sat together at a gathering, and the little girl (I’ll call her Mia) was determined to make her mark.
Friend: Now, once the speaker begins we’ll have to listen and not talk. Okay, Mia?
Mia: We’ll see.
I was completely unhelpful as I burst into laughter. If the little girl had said it in a bratty way it wouldn’t have been funny, but she said it with the seriousness of a CEO considering a business merger. As if her grandma were offering a suggestion for her approval. 🙂
Then, during some music, the little girl popped up to dance in the aisle. She sashayed back and forth, twirled her bright-colored skirt around her, and held her grandma’s hand as she did a sort of jitterbug.
I can’t remember many words of the gathering, but I can recall each vivid flower print on Mia’s dress.
At the end, as people made conversation, my friend led her granddaughter to give greetings. Mia held out her hand to an adult standing more than twice as high. I thought she was asking for something (pen, piece of paper, etc.), but instead she beckoned for the tall adult to bend over. She wanted to give a hug.
“If Mia ever gives you a hug,” my friend’s friends have told me, “take it. You never know when you’ll get another one.”
Little Mia flitted around the room, holding court and dispensing hugs. I tapped her on the shoulder to give her the Happy Meal toy I’d been saving for her, and I was rewarded with a hug of my own.
I’ll never be able to dance, but I’ll always enjoy watching little girls conducting ballets to their own music.
Dance in the aisle today. You never know what might happen…