While I was pregnant I had this weird thing about elderly men. Before you close this tab I’m not into sugar daddy’s, my weird thing is that they would actually make me cry!
I can’t explain it, well actually I kind of can. If I were to see an old man on his own (only on his own) I’d get emotional. I’d try not to cry in front of them, Pete made me realise how offensive that would be, but I’d well up and have to really distract myself from getting upset.
It doesn’t stem from any past experiences but all I can think is that where my dad is a typical man, as in can use a microwave and that’s about it, I worry about him if the time ever came that he’d be on his own. Obviously that will never happen but that’s the only explanation I can think of for my odd behaviour.
Women don’t worry me. Typically they can cook, clean and meet with friends for a natter but men, I just feel like it’s harder for them. It’s ridiculous I know but it started when I was pregnant and unfortunately has stuck.
I think subconsciously it was my mind telling me I was having a boy. Why else would it start during pregnancy. A kind of protective thought for my son perhaps? I don’t know.
Anyway yesterday at Asda me and Pete were eating in the cafe with Jasper and Rhys. I noticed a man sat behind me, I’d say in his late 80’s (hopefully that wouldn’t offend him). He was on his own, no food or drink, just happily sat there.
I kept thinking ‘ask him to join us, just ask him’ but I felt nervous. What if he said no or I offended him by assuming he’d need company?
I told Pete what I was thinking and he said I should ask him; I love how kind he is. Pete tried to make me feel better by saying the mans wife was in the queue but I knew that wasn’t his wife, he’d been sat there for a long time alone.
So after a few smiles I went over and asked him. I had to repeat myself 3 times before he heard me, to which he said thank you but no.
Instead of feeling fab about doing something nice I actually welled up at the table; partly because I was worried he’d think I was joking or being rude as if I’d thought he’d been staring and I was being sarcastic about joining us. I know that’s ridiculous but you know how our minds can wander. I maybe felt a little like I’d need pied off! Haha
Well about 10 minutes later a beautiful glamorous woman, again in her 80’s came over to thank me for asking her husband to join us. He’d been waiting for her while she shopped and she said that she felt bad as he never wanted any good or drink.
It felt so lovely to know that my intentions were appreciated and that he had such a stunning woman to go home with.
I’d love to think that if that were my dad, or Pete, or even Jasper or Rhys, someone would do the same for them.
I’ve been thinking a lot about being kind to others since my good friend and fellow blogger Hannah at First Time Mummy blog wrote about befriending an elderly lady with depression and how she hoped that younger people in her village would do the same when she’s older. It was really touching and so refreshing to hear. Her blog is fab and full of family life, inspiration and fab snaps of her gorgeous little man Austin!
Would you reach out to someone in your community? It’s so easy to walk on by.
Thanks for reading!