Children

As a commuter, you are bound to see things. They can be horrible things like bad behaviour and rudeness, to things more shocking.  They can be confusing things like able bodied people not giving up the disability designated seats they are so incorrectly inhabiting.  Then again, you can also see some incredible things that make the journey that much better.  Today was one of those days.

After charging down the stares, only to find the subway was out of service–yet conspicuously not empty of passengers, I only had to wait a minute for the next one. As minutes go, it wasn’t too long, but sadly it wasn’t too short either.

The train was quite full and attempts to secure a seat were unsuccessful. I travelled south a car or two in hopes of finding a seat.  While this did not happen, I did encounter Today’s Perfect Moment.

I was walking the length of a subway car when a little girl I was passing reached out and grabbed my pants somewhere between my knee and thigh. Her mother apologized, but I really wasn’t worried about it.  The kid seemed to have some jump in her.

From my vantage point a few sections of car over, saw that this young girl, or more precisely this young girl’s mother, had a handful of helium filled balloons. If I had any doubts that it was this girl’s birthday, watching her and listening to her removed them.  She was the star of her own show.  She was talking and shouting, jumping up and down, moving towards and away from her mother, and pretty much making her mother the poster Mom for beleaguered mothers everywhere.

I imagine some people out there who either viewed this scene or are reading it now, think the kid should have been chained to her stroller and kept under wraps. Today’s Perfect Moment is reason enough to know that you’re wrong.  Dead wrong!

Let me explain it this way.  How often do you here people complaining about children? They make bold generalizations about video games and staying indoors.  They squabble over whose child, just now entering kindergarten, will go on to Princeton or Yale.  Everyone has a solution.  The thing is, maybe they don’t have the right one.  People tell you that their childhood was better and how much they played and how many adventures they had.  They remember being a kid themselves and feel that there are no children these days.

I know that this kind of thinking is definitely wrong because I listened to this happy and energetic kid (for several subway stops) make noise by singing, dancing, shouting and doing all that kid stuff that somebody wants you to think never happens anymore. It was so refreshing and different that it couldn’t help but be Today’s Perfect Moment.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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