Saturday, March 14, 2009.
Today I worked a special event for work. It was a trade show of sorts – the WSAZ Home and Garden Show. It was alot of fun seeing many people, talking and sharing information with them, even getting to play and have fun with children visiting the show and coming through our booth.
There was a young boy who came to our booth that was playing with all of our exhibits and visiting each station in our booth. He was having a blast and his dad was right with him the whole time. I watched the boy as he would pick up an object, look at it, play a little bit, and then gently put the object back where he got it from. I was amazed at the care he took in picking something up, studying it intensely, and then returning it to exactly how it was before. I wasn’t amazed because of anything specific he did, but because this young child had down’s syndrome. He was a perfect polite and happy little boy, but with this disability.
His dad and mom had obviously raised him with love and care, because the boy was gentle and very attentive to everything that was going on around him. I discreetly moved over to where he was playing in our booth and squatted down to be on his level. We then played with various vegetable toys in our booth for the next 15 or so minutes. It was almost a game between us, as I would hold up a vegetable and he would tell me what it was (not always getting it correct-but just about every one was right), then he would do the same thing, making me name the vegetable before we moved on to the next round.
It was wonderful spending that time with him. I hope I taught him something that he will remember, as he surely taught me something about patience and compassion.