It’s a windy evening at the beach. The sun is sinking into the lap of a fluffy white cloud and the rays peeking out from behind cast a golden hue all over the sky. There are so many young couples/families out enjoying a pleasant evening, a number of elderly people walking or sitting on the stone slab and taking in the sights around them. A bunch of youngsters are tying a volleyball ‘net’ and readying the ‘court’ for a game. It’s a typical Sunday evening at the Elliots beach, or Bessie Beach as it is lovingly known.
My attention is suddenly diverted by the excited squeal of a little girl. She’s around 7 years old and skate-boarding on the pavement of the beach. She shouts out, “Amma! Come quickly! See how fast I’m going!” Her mother follows, running quickly to catch up with her and calling out, “Be careful baby!”
A lot of people turn around on hearing the excited shout. They notice that the mother is a fair young woman, dressed casually in a t-shirt and track pants. And the kid is a dark skinned little one, who but for her nice clothes and perfect English might have looked like she lived in the slum nearby.
Heedless of the stares around them, the two of them continued running along, a happy excited smile on the little girl’s face and the mother enjoying her daughter’s excitement while keeping an eye out for stones and bumps on the pavement.
And those of us who are witness to this happy scene are reminded, that for some wonderful people and special families out there, a baby doesn’t have to mean pregnancy and childbirth, but of simply and unconditionally loving a child as your very own.