About 5 years ago when my grandson Cameron was 2 years old, Anne and I belted him into his little car seat in the back of Anne's car and I drove him to the toy store to choose a present for himself. When we arrived, the tiny guy was excited as I helped him out of his car seat and kept him close to me so he wouldn't wander off in front of traffic.
But as I closed the car door, I lightly bumped tiny Cameron with that door. As he stood looking up at me, his teeny eyes filled with tears and his chin started to tremble as he began to cry. At first, I thought he was overreacting, but as I looked at him, my heart broke and I tried to make it up to him with hugs and kisses.
Soon we were in the toy store and his tears turned to joy as he began playing with everything he could get his hands on. And he selected a present that made him happy and we then returned home, with him in the backseat strapped into his car seat, playing happily with his new toy.
When we got home, I casually mentioned it to Anne and a little later I believe to our son Clayton when he came to pick Cameron up. Neither of them said much about it as I recall, nor did I at the time. But on occasion since then, I picture Cameron's eyes tearing up and then I hear the wail of his cry and it breaks my heart, for I would never purposely do anything that would hurt or even startle him.
Today, as we did then, and throughout his very young life, we have a wonderful and loving relationship and he brings great joy to my heart. I believe that feeling is reciprocated in him and even that simple thought makes me very happy.
Dick
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