I am grateful to be raising children who believe that there could be a thing such as Pro Life ice cream.
During the March, Huckleberry was hamming his way through the crowd, making sure to be on the edge of the Marchers so as to make eye contact with the lookers on standing on the sidewalks. He would pick out individuals in the crowd, move his sign up and down, back and forth until such eye contact was made, then he would impose upon the looker his most charming and dopey grin.
I missed a particular silent interaction that was pointed out to me by a gentleman walking behind me. On the side walk, one of the lookers on watched a moment in disgust at the happy and calm people walking and raising awareness for the dignity of the human person. He was outraged that people would show up, walk silently down the street, hundreds upon hundreds to protect innocent lives.
As the marchers almost were passed, he yelled out “Boo, Boo!” so outraged he was by the peaceful walkers who walk to protect life at all its stages. His fists were clenched and his face was red, so angry he was at those who oppose the killing of babies in the womb and other such atrocities.
But Huckleberry, unabashed at the anger of the man, apparently stopped on the edge of the sidewalk and stared, smiling at the man, trying to make eye contact. I apologized the Marcher who pointed this out to me.
I APOLOGIZED. What was I thinking? I was thinking that I didn’t want him to be provocative, that was not the purpose of this March for Life. Not confrontational, not provocative.
NO, No, said the fellow Marcher. It was beautiful, it was courage. He wasn’t being sassy, he was just trying to get the man’s attention. And it caught my breath a moment when I realized of course he wasn’t being confrontational, pert, sassy, provocative…that isn’t Huck’s nature. He was just taking a moment to say to the booing gentleman…
Um. Excuse me, mister, look at all this cuteness. They’re talking about me, they’re talking about all the adorable little cutenesses, just like me. I am worth protecting. I bet you were a cute kid like me once. Mister. Mister, you would protect me, wouldn’t you? If someone tried to hurt me. If you witnessed it. How could you not? I am so worth it. Gotta love this. Just need you to know that. You shouldn’t boo people who love kids like me this much. Really.
Maybe that guy needs some Pro Life ice cream in his life. Next year maybe Huck can invite him to join us.