A trip to Little Italy and a lesson learned.....

  My hubby had a dentist appointment up at the Case Western Reserve Dental School in Cleveland on a Monday morning, so we decided we would all go and have a 

"Family Fun Day."

So, I decided to try and find Little Italy.

I had been there years ago, as it was behind the hospital that my Mom used 

to go to for her Cancer appointments.

I hadn't been there since the last time she was in the hospital right before she died.

So, I wasn't sure that I really wanted to go.

But, we did.

I found this lovely little Patisserie.

I think that's what they called it.

So in we went.

And got some yummy treats.

What Chloe is eating is my first ever taste of Italian Gelato.

It was yummy.

But she kept eyeballing it!

FINE!

TAKE IT!

I gave birth to her, isn't that enough?

But apparently not.

Humph!

Isaac was having such a great time...more to come on him in a bit

Ty got a cookie.

A large cookie.  

He was so enthralled with the ding dong thing!

I wish I had taken more pictures of the beauty of it all.

But, alas, all I could concentrate on was the children that seemingly surrounded me.

While wondering "are they really all mine?"

Like, I have to take care of them? 

ALL of them?

Ok, I know there is only four, 

but when there is only one of you....

because your husband is at the dentist office.

It's scary.

Anyway, so on to the lesson learned.

Isaac broke his leg in January of this year.

And had to be in a wheel chair for 6 weeks.

I think you knew that...

but.

I never knew what it was to have a "handicapped" child until then.

To have people stare.

They often couldn't see his cast, just a child in a wheel chair.

And people wonder, ya know?

It's normal, I suppose.

But still, somewhat aggravating when you get it every where you go.

So, while standing in line, this man in a wheel chair came in behind us.

He had an electric chair. 

He had obviously been born with a debilitating disease.

And was maybe somewhat tired of people staring at him.

And as Isaac is wont to do, he looked at this man.

Though, not because of his disability,

but because of his REALLY COOL CHAIR!

And so, I don't know if this is right or not,

but I encouraged Isaac to go talk to this man.

I knew he wanted to.

So, here he goes.

I'm nervous just telling this story thinking of all the different directions this could have went.

Iz went right up to him and said:

"Are you broke?'

I just about cried.

This man looked at me, and SMILED.

I think he was relieved.

Relieved that someone would ask INSTEAD OF JUST STARE AND WONDER.

And so, him and Isaac had a nice talk.

About his really cool chair and how he was born like that because "Jesus made him different."

I have always wondered how to handle situations like that.

Kids are so curious.

And usually not in a bad way.

They just wonder.

So, why not encourage them to ask?

Isaac went to this man after we had all sat down and gave him a Bible tract.

He sat at his table and read the whole thing.

I hope to see him in Heaven one day.

RUNNING down the streets of gold.

Lesson: JUST ASK.

What do you think?