Out Of The Mouths of Babes

Something sweet happened on the train when I was headed downtown.

I had gotten up in a very melancholy mood for reasons unknown. It happens sometimes, as though I watched a very sad film while dreaming.

Across from me sat a young Hispanic girl with two children; a baby asleep on her chest and a three year old boy who kept watchful eye over his sibling and mom while they both dozed.

You couldn’t help noticing what a child she was herself…babies having babies.

I idly took a bottle of Poland Spring from my bag noticing how carefully this kid was watching me too.

My natural instinct was to share, so I held it out to him to see if he’d like some water. Without a moment’s hesitation he hopped over to me, trusting as can be. I held his little head, a mop of black hair falling across his tiny forehead as he took a big gulp. He looked at me squarely and smiled before sitting back down next to his mother who woke up suddenly, pulling him closer to her.

The boy and I exchanged looks, our secret safe. All I knew was, my heart was now the width of the Panama Canal.

When I got off at Spring Street I felt as if I could fly.

That child reminded me of what I wasn’t doing…trusting.

Trusting that whatever was bothering me, subconsciously or otherwise, would take flight and all would be well once again.

Matthew 21:16  “Do you hear what these children are saying?”

Yes I do.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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10 Responses to Out Of The Mouths of Babes

  1. micklively says:

    It’s a lovely story. I’m so pleased you were able to raise your mood. Of course, the flip-side of trusting is getting your fingers burnt by fair-weather friends. But, even at my most cynical, I think trust is the best way forward.


    • That’s true, but getting off the mat is the only way to press on. People disappoint…we need to remember to be there for ourselves, then those setbacks inspired by others can be dealt with better. I’m saying this for me Mick, more than for you.


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I just used this exact phrase in a reply yesterday. I was quoting my first daughter, adopted at six years old in 1993 from a remote orphanage in the Ural mountains. A few monthes later, she was sitting on our dock with LaToya, an eight year old black neighbor. LaToya came running up to me and said, “Mrs. Miller, do you know what your daughter just asked me? She wants to know what other colors people come in.”
    Kids are so innocent.


    • That’s a great story Skinny. Yes, kids are just very short teachers. They have yet to be burdened with all we carry as life goes on and if they are, they seem to handle it better. I love that you adopted.


  3. D. D. Syrdal says:

    How adorable. Too bad we can’t all just remain innocent and trusting.


  4. Oh how I needed this today. Thank you. I love your blog, you make me laugh, cry, go hmmm and give me comfort when needed. May your day today be filled with uplifting moment when you look to heaven and thank Him for the good you are seeing and exeriencing. Thanks for lifting my heaviness. DAF


    • You’re very kind to write that to me. I have to say, that little post wasn’t too popular but I liked it. It was a sweet, true story that spoke to me…to think it came from that iddy biddy guy. God speaks through other people and you never know who it will be.


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