Out of the mouth of babes

Bentley and I went to a baby contest for Steel Days. It's a celebration we have in a nearby city...anyway... we were playing on the playground and Bentley was watching another boy who had a remote control car. I don't know why it didn't occur to me that a remote control car could be dangerous on a playground but I'd never encountered that situation before. Well, before I knew it the car had driven right off the end of the playset and fallen to the woodchips below. Bentley, who had been playing with the car started scooting backwards like he was going to follow the car, not realizing that we were probably 6 feet in the air. I caught him by the arm just in the nick of time! I was a mess. He started crying, I started crying, I probably hurt his arm when I yanked him back from the edge and I can only imagine the tone of voice I must have used.
There are few times in my life that I have felt that kind of terror. It's not something I would like to feel again any time soon.
Isaiah, the boy who was playing with the car (about 8-9 years old) sat down next to me on the stairs of the playground and let Bentley hold his car while I took a moment to collect myself, along with my dignity. He told me that he had a similar experience with his sister and that it could be really scary. His brother was being judged for the contest, he loved cars, etc...
It was very comforting to me that the person who probably witnessed my whole episode from start to finish was a child. There was no judgement in his kind eyes. He was willing to share with Bentley as long as Bentley wanted and he just sat there and talked to me in a quiet way, the way you might talk to a frightened child. He didn't remark about my fit or about Bentley's. He just sat there with me until I was calm enough to walk away. It's no wonder that we are supposed to be like children in order to enter the kingdom of heaven. I don't know what kind of family this boy came from but he took the time to comfort a stranger several years his senior. What maturity and love that boy had.

I hope to be more like Isaiah.

Bentley won't be playing on the playground any time soon. We're going to stick to grass and sidewalks. Maybe sand.