A touching moment
I took Little Lady in to see the pediatrician today. Nothing big. Just to check on her lungs, cuz last night during our steaming session, she had some wheezing. Since she's such a little one, I wanted to do my due diligence on the RSV side of things. Yes, Big Boy had RSV at 6 months, and all I can say is: nothing scares you more than when your baby can't breath. Little Lady is all clear. We just have another few days of coughs and boogers, thankfully.
I was unloading Honey Girl and Little Lady from the minivan for a bit. This takes a bit, as Honey Girl seems to lose her shoes every leg of a trip, and can't find them, can't put them back on etc etc etc. I was counting my blessings that Big BOy had afters schools sports today as was otherwise busy, so I only needed to wrangle the girls.
As we were recovering from our car exiting ordeal and gathering hands to cross the parking lot, we heard someone calling to us, "Bye Bye!" "Bye Baby, Bye-Bye!" I looked around, and a few cars away was an older gentleman in a wheelchair. He was with a small group; clearly an adult daycare group of people. His legs were straight and somewhat pigeon-toed in the chair, with shoes that didn't look like they'd ever touched pavement. He was wearing thick glasses. He head was tilted to one side. One of his arms was up high waving while the other was curled by his side. My limited education told me he had some palsy and other neurological issue. He had an aide nearby helping someone else into the car. Clearly, he was waiting his turn.
"Bye-Bye!" he waved and smiled.
Honey Girl gave him her biggest smile and waved back, jumping up and down, "Bye Bye! BByyyyeeee!! Hee hee heee Bye!" then looks at me, "Momma? Why's he saying bye and not hello?"
"Maybe he's leaving." I said thoughtfully with a smile.
Little Lady did a full-body smile, chortle-laugh and coo. She flirt smiled and shoved her fist into her mouth
The man nearly jumped him his chair and laughed too, "Bye bye, Babies! God Bless YoooOUUuuu!"
I smiled and waved.
Of course I realized I needed to bring an extra diaper with us to the peds, so we crossed back to the car and did this same bye-bye routine with the man again. This time his helper wasn't busy with her other charge and looked up so see who he had been yelling at. She seemed as tickled by the exchange as me, "Oh, he loves to see babies and little ones." I smiled, "Clearly it's a mutual admiration society." She thanked me, and I thought that strange until I figured some may have been put off by his demeanor or different-ness.
I dunno, it was such a small thing in my hectic day. But he made an otherwise possibly dreadful task a lot of fun. The girls and I were very taken by him. Honey Girl continued chuckling on our way to the peds office in the medical complex, "He was just like Gramma Margi! She has a wheelchair too."
"Not anymore... she's out of her wheelchair now."
I loved that Honey Girl didn't seem to notice anything else different about the man. I loved that Little Lady did her best to wave too. It was just a simple little touching moment.