There is a playground — a glorious giggled filled, dust filled, leaf filled, jumps and leaps filled playground and all the children love it! And all the children hate the bees that make their nests in a few of the tables, fences and trees there. Well, not just bees but wasps. Yes, the dreaded wasp! Now, there aren’t enough of them to keep you from having fun, just enough to keep you cautious. Unless you’re my Yittle’s friend…
Yittle’s friend’s mother: “It’s okay Sweetie, the bees won’t bother you, just stay away from them and they’ll stay away from you. Go play. You don’t want to miss out on all the fun and getting to play with Yittle do you?”
Yittle’s friend: Anxious and teary eyed looks to my Yittle and says, “I’m sorry Yittle but I can’t go onto the playground with you — I’m afraid of those bees! I’ll just wait here.”
I watched as Yittle tried to work out in her head what to do, looking from her friend to the playground and not saying a word.
Yittle’s friend’s mother (trying again): “Go on Sweetie, you’ll have fun!” (Insert big, hopeful, mommy smile here).
Yittle’s friend: Now not just teary eyed but trying to hide that her tears were falling.
Yittle: Stands quietly beside her friend another minute or so and then simply says, “I’ll hold your hand…”
It seemed like a lifetime of silence but then, miraculously, the little girl took Yittle’s hand and went onto the playground with her.
Yittle did not promise her friend that the bees were gone, or that they wouldn’t sting her and, in fact, she didn’t even promise they’d have fun but what she had offered her friend was much more than any of those promises, because her simple offer came with the promise of…I’m willing to do this with you — bees or not, stings or not, fun or not, scared or not…“I’ll hold your hand.”