The pure soul of a beautiful child!

Tuesday afternoon I decided to read in the Upper Barrakka Gardens in Valletta for a change. 

Before that I had a delicious lunch in one of my favourite restaurants, met some amazing people, ran all the errands which I had on my to-do-list and therefore I was relaxed and happy. 

I chose a bench in the shade with view onto the Three Cities and Birgu´s Marina. People were strolling by, tourists took pictures of the beautiful Valletta Grand Harbour, children were running around as well as doves and other small birds.

When a group of Indian guys came, sat next to me and started to listen way too loud to an English program on one of their mobiles ... I could tell how relaxed I enjoyed my book because they didn´t bother me at all. 

From time to time I looked up and watched the people around me. It´s amazing how every toddler always run behind the doves and try to chase them. Must be something genetic. 

There was one baby boy who was chasing them for quite a long time. I liked how mother AND father were after him and patently watched every step he took. Specially when he had to cross one of the pebble mosaics his little feet almost made him fall. The pebbles were too big and too round for him. 

I watched him not giving up with a smile on my face for a while.

I am reading "The Life of Pi". I have to mention that because I like it so much! It´s a soothing story, well written, funny and sad at the same moment. That´s why I was absorbed by my lecture most of the time. Putting one leg on the bench, my hands around my knee I found a real comfortable position to read there for hours. It was a hot summer day but in the shade with a little breeze from the sea it was just perfect and I enjoyed myself very much.

Then from the corner of my eye I recognized again how a toddler approached. Still my mind in the story I thought it´s this little boy again who hardly managed the pebbles. But something made me look up anyway. And I looked straight into the face of a beautiful, beautiful little Asian boy about two years old. He looked like a little Shaolin! I was stunned by his beauty! 

And he brightly smiled at me ... 

I just winked at him and returned his bright smile. Then I went back to my book. Though my heart went out to this little fella. 

Suddenly I heard someone saying "Hi" next to me. The little Shaolin stood at the bench, both hands on the wood, only his bold head and his amazing eyes were visible. I turned around. When I bent over I saw his bright smile and I fell for this little guy! So cute! So handsome! A-d-o-r-a-b-l-e!!

"Hi" was my reply. He beamed at me.

"Are you going for a walk?" He didn´t answer, still smiled his beautiful smile. 

I lightly touched his little hands with one finger. 

As he didn´t talk to me I was not sure if he understood English. I wanted to give him some space so I turned back and started to read again. I was curious what he would do.

I heard him walking behind the bench which is placed in front of the sand stone pillar of the historical building (as you also can see in the picture above). He couldn´t have much space there but I heard his steps anyway. 

And then he lightly touched me on my back.

A wave of happiness went through my body. 

This little beautiful Shaolin, with his bright smile, not talking at all but touching me lightly like a butterfly ...

I was overwhelmed by that guesture. 

"Hey there. Are you hiding?" I touched his little hands softly with my index finger.

Then I put my hand flat on the wood next to his. Now it was his turn to touch my hand softly with his index finger. So soft, so light ... it was magical!

We continued that game for a couple of minutes. Touching our hands, smiling at each other. No words necessary. We just felt comfortable with each other. It was so peaceful!

Never did I look up to see his people who were sitting on the bench next to mine. 

Only when a woman said: "Come here, baby boy. We are leaving." did I see three Asian women sitting there looking at the little Shaolin standing behind my bench and touching my hands with his fingers. 

So he does understand me! Somehow this made me even more happy. We didn´t have to talk to each other. We were happy just communicating by our light touches and by smiling to each other. 

"Come here. We are going now."

Tip, tip, tip - undisturbed he kept on tipping his index finger on my fingers.

"Baby boy, mummy is going. Bye ..."

Tip, tip, tip - did I touch his little hand waiting on the wood of the bench for my touch.

Now one of the women came over, stood next to the bench. "Don´t you want to come with us?"

He just looked up for a moment, then he smiled at me and touched my fingers again.

My heart burst with joy when this little Shaolin didn´t care if his mother would leave. I laughed: "Don´t you want to go with your mummy? Sure you would miss her in a couple of minutes."

But this little beauty just put his little hand on the wood and waited for my next touch.

Tip, tip, tip.

A second woman came over, presenting her mobile phone to the little boy. 

"Ah, the mobile does the trick", was what I said to the two ladies. I already said my inner Good bye to the boy cause I know that toddlers are really crazy about mobiles - unfortunately.

But not my little pure soul here!

After looking at the mobile for a moment he turned back to me, beamed at me and touched my hand with his index finger. 

Tip, tip, tip.

My heart and my soul went out for this little boy. 

"Come on, baby boy. We have to leave."

The mother reached for him.

For the first time I saw his smile falter and he protested. But just for an instant. This boy is way too ... pure ... to wail like other babies do. 

So his mother was able to gently pick him up.

"Bye", I waved at him and then he was gone. 

Isn´t that amazing how two souls are able to communicate with each other? No words necessary but every soft touch with a fingertip directly reaches the heart of the other.

It was a magical encounter and this little Shaolin will stay in my heart forever. I will be able to remember the soft touch of his index finger any time from now on.

The beauty of that meeting will stay with me. There was no sad feeling of parting at all. Because this little boy with his soft touches made me smile with my whole body. 

THANK YOU for my Highly Sensitive Soul which is able to deeply connect with the pure soul of a beautiful child!