Aris and I brought AJ to the mall so he could enjoy some time at the play area. It was most interesting to look at the people - so many different features that in my mind I had fun 'tagging' them as I watched my child. Among others, there was a middle-aged man, probably a grandpa who was wearing dark glasses, and looked Italian. There were three chinky-eyed moms who were probably Chinese, Korean or both. There was a Caucasian young man who, by his army shorts and haircut, looked very domesticated indeed with a diaper bag slung on his shoulder as he followed his toddling daughter around. There were two grim faced gentlemen who looked like Greeks. There was a funny black teenage girl who made us laugh by making his little brother dance. And then there were us. Oh, the children all looked beautiful in that little paradise.
We all looked different. We spoke different languages. But we all watched our young. And along with kissing boo-boos away, we shared smiles and laughter and small talk. That little play area yesterday held one of God's most fascinating artwork.