The dining room table at Mimi’s house was covered with plastic bags, towels, soap, toothbrushes.
“Tell Mommy what we’re doing, Graham,” Mimi prompted.
“Mommy, there are people in Haiti and their houses and buildings fell down. They lost their toothbrushes and their towels,” he explained, the thought clearly processing in his head while the words fell out of his mouth.
“What made their buildings fall down?” he tried to remember out loud, interrupting himself.
“An earthquake,” Mimi reminded.
He asked if there were little boys in Haiti and my heart skipped a beat. Mimi answered simply, yes. His little mind continued to ponder. What exactly? We can only guess. But the pondering - a glimpse for me that my little man has altruism inside there, empathy.
Then, while putting his shoes on: “But mommy, who’s going to help them build their buildings and their houses?”
Who, indeed. I imagined my boy as a man, hand outstretched, hammer ready. He is young, but he is able. He speaks in ‘wants’ but inherently knows ‘needs.’ We all do – survival instincts.
For now, and with Mimi’s gentle guidance, he’s filling plastic bags with basics.
But he’s filling me with pride.