I fell in love on the subway today.
I was sitting on the train when a older lady, with her gray hair tucked into a ball cap, and a little boy with a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles baseball hat got on the train. I’m making the assumption that this is grandma. Most of the seats on the train were taken, but there was an empty seat next to me and an empty seat directly in front of that one. With a lap full of young child necessities (a Spider-Man backpack and a bright green umbrella), she took the seat next to me and he the seat directly in front of her.
I offered to trade seats with him so they could sit together. “He’s fine. Thank you for offering” she replied. The little boy beamed at grandma’s answer. Clearly, sitting on one’s own is a privilege reserved for big boys.
We rode in silence: The little boy looking around, swinging his feet, and grandma taking, what appears to be, a much needed moment of rest. Me reading my book and watching this little guy.
As we approached the main stop under City Hall, passengers began lining up to exit the train. While grandma rested, a woman who was waiting in the aisle smiled at the little boy. He looked delighted to be noticed. This stranger gestured and mouthed “Wipe your mouth.” He wiped his breakfast crumbs off his face and smiled triumphantly. He looked back at grandma and at me for a little more praise. Now all three of us ladies are smiling at each other and at the little boy.
My heart swelled. We barely spoke and we will likely never cross paths again, but we shared a moment of love and joy for this little human. I absolutely fell in love with all three of these people this morning.