One Sweet Boy (Happy New Year, Y’All!)


Sitting on the front stoop of the first house I own, just a-starin’ out at our new street, on the first day I move in. A five-year-old boy comes walking down the street alone. Where’s his mom or dad?

He walks right up my front walkway, up my front stairs, plops himself down on the stoop right next to me, and puts his hand up on my knee. Friendly-like.

“My name is Sean”, he says. “I’m five.” Then he just sits there, staring, just like I’ve been doing. But he adds a great big sigh. Way too big for his five-year-old boy’s body.

 
 
“It sounds like something’s wrong.” I say.
“It is.” says Sean. “We’re movin’ away today.”

I’ve fallen instantly in love with this small blond boy who trusts a total stranger. I’m sad too, now, to hear I’m to lose him already.

“All my friends are here,” Sean laments. “I won’t know anybody where we’re goin’.”
“Yes. That’s true.”, I say. “It will sure be hard leaving all your friends behind.”

“Yup.”

We sit a little bit longer.

“Did you know any of your friends when you first moved here?”
“What d’you mean?”

“Well, when you moved to this street, did you know any of these kids here?”
“No.”

“And now they’re your friends, right?”
“Yeah.”

“So, maybe the same thing will happen at your new house.”

I stay quiet, letting him think about that.

“Yeeahh…you could be right.”

A little more think time. Then I ask:

“Do you want a cookie? I just baked some.” (Happy day!!)
“Yeah.”

We sit and eat some cookies.
 
 
Chocolate Chip Cookies
 
 
“Well, I’d better go back home now.”
(Noooo! So soon?)

“Okay. It was nice meeting you. Good luck in your new place.”
“Thanks. Bye.”
 
 
Sean was the first neighbor I met on my new street, and the first one to leave.
 
 
Two years later, I gave birth to my first son.

Anyone want to guess his name?
 
 
ANONYMENDUM

A certain son is referred to by Justin in other posts on this blog. Just roll with it.
 
 
COINCIDENDUM?

My comments on Grandmalin’s Just Jazzy post may or may not be pertinent.


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  1. One sweet story about one sweet boy.

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  2. Losing friends is hard – but then there are cookies.

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    • You nailed it, Greg. That’s EXACTLY what I was going for. Here’s my take on Aesop’s Tortoise and Hare:
      “Losing races is hard, but there’s nothing like a nap on a hot summer afternoon!”

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    • I just re-read my reply and it came off more snotty than funny. Not intended. I should have answered you in the same vein I answered Skip:
      You are right, Greg. Cookies make up for an awful lot.
      (sorry about that first response)

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  3. If you give a kid a cookie . . .

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  4. Youse a wise old owl aint ya? πŸ™‚

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  5. I named one child after my favorite book heroine and another after a favorite student, so I have no regrets. I’m sure your lil Sean was well-received at his new place πŸ™‚

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    • I like your thinking. : ) I didn’t remember about the first little Sean until my little one was…maybe almost that age. Then the Aha moment came. I was happy about it.

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  6. That story is the story of all our lives. We are constantly losing and making new relationships. The cookies are an especially funny element of the story because cookies are the way that our computers try to maintain their relationships with particular websites.

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    • Phil, you are a genius. I mean it: Brilliant!

      Hey, wait a minute–computer cookies can be evil, evil. That makes me the storybook witch! I suppose Sean is lucky to have gotten away. I suppose YOU’re implying I was trying to fatten him up with those cookies, and that my next question to him would have been:

      “So, Sean: Do you have a sister?”

      😦

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  7. Cookies and a chatty child…no better introduction to a new neighborhood. Love this post. Haven’t seen you in so long Babe ! Welcome back. ☺

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  8. I’ll bet that friendly kid did fine. Wouldn’t you love to see him now.

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  9. Wow! This is the sweetest ever story Babe, sooo magical! That’s like being touched by an angel and you both kinda drew strength from each other through the ‘aloneness’ you were feeling at that particular time! πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜„

    Plus, the impact that most adorable lil Fella made on you in that spell was pretty powerful that it actually did linger and lives on, when you chose to adopt his name for your own Son….something to always remember him by! A most precious moment…frozen in time and one that’d leave you reeling, everytime you recollect it or better still, when you see and behold your own Son….Sean! This tickles pink….’Schweet’! πŸ˜πŸ˜„

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    • Don’t you mean Justin?
      Sean?
      πŸ€”
      Oh! You mean Justin!
      😏
      Thank you for visiting, and for puffing me up with praise yet again, Day-After-Special-Day Girl! Here’s your own !Mwah! you send so often back to you:
      😘❀️

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  10. That’s really rich Babe….original! πŸ˜žπŸ˜’ Like you don’t know to whom I referred! 😩Stop pulling the ‘clueless card’, it dont look flattering on ya! Hmf!πŸ˜›πŸ˜†

    Thank you also for having me here Babe; and also for the tidings too….coolness! Mwah! πŸ‘„β€πŸ˜‚

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  11. Sweeet! I needed a lift and you provided πŸ™‚ Thank you!

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