As I was walking through the bookstore I brought myself to the oh-so-familiar Concert DVD section. Not that I need any more Concert DVDs, but it is always fun to look. Of course, sometimes I end up buying anyway but that is a whole other story.
So anyway, I was walking around MY section and I notice a man, probably in his 40s standing near the section with a young girl, around 8.
“Daddy, which one are you going to get?” I overhear her say. I take a look and notice the little girl has Downs’s syndrome.
Father is holding two DVDs in his hands, obviously contemplating which to get for his daughter.
Curiosity got the best of me and I scooted over to get a better look. Ahh, he was holding two different Beach Boys DVDs and a smile spread across my face.
“Excuse me, but sir I would probably go with that one if it is her first…more songs less talking.” I say as I give the little girl a wink.
The little girl smiled up at me and said proudly, “Daddy is teaching me about good music.”
“Well he is a smart man. Did you know that the Beach Boys are one of the greatest bands in history”?
“Oh I know that,” she said as she put her hands on her hips.
I bent down to her eye level and gave her a smile, “Well then you are one smart lady.”
This got a giggle out of her.
“Well Daddy says they are his Angels.”
The Father gives a laugh as he replaces the other DVD back on the shelf, going with my recommendation.
“Well that is how I met her mother, so we have a joke about it.”
The little girl, dressed in a simple pink outfit is almost too cute for words.
I had had such a rough day that probably anything remotely sweet was going to be too cute for words. But, seriously, too cute for words. Then again, any young kid learning good music is a soft spot for me.
Angels he said? What of Angels? Do we all have them? Do they guide us?
I reached across the shelf and pulled out another band and hand it to the little girl.
“Well these guys are my Angels. I bet if you ask nicely he might get you this one too.” I say as I stand up straight and get ready to wish them a good day.
“Hey thanks for the recommendations.” The father says politely.
I wished them a good day and walked away.
I was still in earshot when I heard the little girl ask, “Daddy who was that pretty lady, I like her.”
“I don’t know sweet pea. Maybe she was an Angel.”
Now…that was too cute for words.
Help a kid learn good music: Free
Feel a bit better: 15.99 (Hey I told you I usually buy something)
Realize I am somebody’s Angel: Priceless