That morning Dad had dropped off a trunk full of quilts, pillows and stuffed animals. Robbie was delighted. His bedroom was transformed into a little village: a special cave for the dragon and snake, a “bed house” for 2 large teddy bears, and a townhouse complex for the Winnie the Pooh animals. He got out the baby carrier that I had used for when he was a baby, strapped it on his front and carried around one of the baby bears and attached a sloth animal around his neck. For an hour he disappeared in a little world, when I would stop to listen, I would hear him whispering words. At one point he was lying on the bed.
“What’s happening Robbie?”
“Taking care of babies is exhausting Mom.”
I lay down on the bed, taking a break myself and I heard a little sound. Looking over, he was tickling the baby bear on his belly and under the neck much like how I tickle him.
On our way to make a donation he said,
“If God were to grant me 1 wish for anything, I know what I would wish for.”
“I would wish that all the families and kids in the world have a good life.”
“What does a good life mean?”
“It means feeling good inside, playing, having fun with your friends.”
“That’s what you’d wish for?”
“Yes, mom, everyone deserves to feel good. Even when someone is mean. Maybe they forgot who they are.”
“Yes, perhaps so Robbie. Thank you for sharing that with me. It means a lot to me.”
Robbie gave away many of his stuffed animals as well as the ones my Dad brought to the house. “Mom, I want other kids to have a happy life too.”
“Thank you Robbie. May that be so. I love you son.”
“I love you too Mom.”