Saturday afternoon and early evening, I went over to a friend’s house for a fall gathering. Mind you I went in shorts because it is still plenty warm enough to do so, but at least the beverages had a fall flair to them. I was the first guest to arrive, so I got to help entertain the hosts’ child and try to prepare him some for having so many people over (and him needing to share many of his toys). We sat in the living room as I spoke with my friend about the uptick in work that we’re both experiencing while the little guy danced to the 70s playlist that was coming from the television speakers. There was even a very brief moment where the little guy snuggled into me sitting on the couch. Then a new song started and he jumped down to dance some more. He is already a better dancer than I am, but at least he recognizes me now.
By the time all of the attendees arrived there were something like eighteen people there, seven of whom were under the age of 4. In fact I was the only person there who wasn’t either a child or a parent, making me the outlier of the crowd. I had met most of the people before, but I only know the children’s names. Sorry??? Regardless, I didn’t feel out of place during the evening and enjoyed being around the children. It is refreshing to interact with children, to watch them create worlds in their minds, to see them taking steps towards becoming integrated people. The kids played alongside each other more amicably than I anticipated, at least until the end when tiredness kicked in and tolerance waned.
There was even some time around a fire pit to cap off the festivities during which the men and boys went outside and the women and girls stayed inside for whatever confluence of reasons. I did not partake in any of the s’mores that others enjoyed, but the smile on the face of one of the children and the mess he made of that face were still memorable.
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