When I arrived at the party for my 70th birthday, I was immediately grabbed by the 3 year old Saharah and led through the house to where the presents were. How come? Was that not a rather ignominious entrance? How come an old gent was being led around by a 3 year old? Should I not have been greeting my hosts and other adults present?
I in fact regarded it as a great honour to be led in by a child. And those who know me well would not find that surprising.
When I arrived I was met at the door by several people -- one of whom was Saharah. In my usual way it was the child I spoke to first. I said "Well. We've got a pretty little girl here", or something to that effect. Sahara likes me these days anyway so she took that greeting as her cue, grabbed my hand and towed me through the house.
So it was just a reflection of the way I get on with children. I talk to them and give them attention above all. Children often have difficulty in getting the ear of their parents but when I was helping to bring up Paul and the twins, I talked to them a lot. I discussed things with them. I would sometimes say silly things in fact. And they would get great satisfaction correcting me.
I am not very good with the littlest ones -- though I adore them of course -- but once they can talk we get on well.
I am so in favour with Saharah these days that when I was leaving she also helped to carry my presents out to the car!
Opening my presents with Saharah observing
And, after all, a great teacher once said: "Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” (Matt.: 19:14 NKJV). Jesus was a good guy
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