That's when it happened.
The other boy saw George playing with his car, turned the most unnatural shade of deep red and began to scream. Screamed so loud, so long and so frighteningly that other shoppers started to gather.
George stood, rooted to his place, looking at the boy with a startled expression while I moved to stand at his side. The boy's caretaker was able to soothe him after a couple of minutes (not moments, minutes). As he gave my baby the side-eye and went back to playing with his trains, G approached him. One step from the boy, George stretched out his little hand with the car in his palm, returning the toy.
In awe of my tiny son at that moment, I wondered how he knew to practice kindness and compassion at such a tender age. He knew the right thing to do in that moment, without suggestion, without coaxing. I do believe that people start out innately good and this one moment restored my faith in that belief. Reflecting on this today, I remembered this passage referring to "the Golden Rule":
"But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. If someone strikes you on one cheek, turn to him the other also. If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic. Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back. Do to others as you would have them do to you." Luke 6:27-31I live in hope that I am a positive role model and that my husband and I will raise George to be a good, kind man. What I know for sure is that, right now, he is the sweetest boy a Mama could dream.