Hands across the decades
Mar. 2nd, 2026 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
baroque_mongooseThe earrings can wait. I've got something much better to post about today.
We have a lot of littles in our congregation; there are certainly a lot more under-threes than over-sixties. One of these littles is called Micah. He's one and a bit - not quite sure what the bit is, because it's so hard to keep track, but he's certainly less than one and a half. Micah likes to toddle down to the front and sit on the front step of the tiered seating in the school hall where we meet, just near where I park my scooter during the service, and his daddy comes down with him to ensure that he's all right and he doesn't go running off anywhere. Usually he doesn't pay me much attention, and to be honest I don't expect them to when they're as small as that; I'm just this strange grown-up on wheels, and I can imagine that's a bit of a step too far when you're really tiny. You know about grown-ups, but you also know they walk about. Wheels are a bit outside your experience.
But, yesterday morning, Micah looked at me, and I don't know whether or not the wheels registered, but I'm pretty sure he thought "ooh... friendly grown-up". And he held my hand through most of the first two songs. I mean. D'awwwww. He's not even old enough to know what death is, let alone the fact that it throws people badly out of gear; whether or not he nonetheless had enough intuition to realise that I'd be happy with a little hand to hold at that moment, I have no idea. Maybe it was nothing more than Micah suddenly realising that [amorphous wheeled thing] is actually a person, and as such might be persuaded to pay him attention. I don't know. But it was awesome, whatever the explanation.
I just love our church.
We have a lot of littles in our congregation; there are certainly a lot more under-threes than over-sixties. One of these littles is called Micah. He's one and a bit - not quite sure what the bit is, because it's so hard to keep track, but he's certainly less than one and a half. Micah likes to toddle down to the front and sit on the front step of the tiered seating in the school hall where we meet, just near where I park my scooter during the service, and his daddy comes down with him to ensure that he's all right and he doesn't go running off anywhere. Usually he doesn't pay me much attention, and to be honest I don't expect them to when they're as small as that; I'm just this strange grown-up on wheels, and I can imagine that's a bit of a step too far when you're really tiny. You know about grown-ups, but you also know they walk about. Wheels are a bit outside your experience.
But, yesterday morning, Micah looked at me, and I don't know whether or not the wheels registered, but I'm pretty sure he thought "ooh... friendly grown-up". And he held my hand through most of the first two songs. I mean. D'awwwww. He's not even old enough to know what death is, let alone the fact that it throws people badly out of gear; whether or not he nonetheless had enough intuition to realise that I'd be happy with a little hand to hold at that moment, I have no idea. Maybe it was nothing more than Micah suddenly realising that [amorphous wheeled thing] is actually a person, and as such might be persuaded to pay him attention. I don't know. But it was awesome, whatever the explanation.
I just love our church.
