Little Eyes Watching You

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Today was Grocery Shopping Day for Maya and Grammy. At the end of every shopping trip, if all has gone well and cheerfully until check-out, Maya rides the mechanical pony that stands just outside the grocery store door. Today all was well, we stopped at the pony. A little boy was already there, riding the tiny carousel next to the pony. His mother said he could have three rides, one for each horse on the carousel. She invited Maya to join him.
Finished with riding, we thanked the little boy and his mother and began bringing our groceries to our car. Maya looked back at her new friends. "That boy is nice. He is a good "share-er" with his coins. He's a good boy."
Yes he is.
A very nice boy.
And I remembered a poem I've saved for moments just like this one, moments of learning without teaching, learning from watching who we are.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
a poem by Mary Rita Schilke Korzan,
written for her mother

When you thought I wasn't looking,
you hung my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
you fed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
you baked a birthday cake just for me
and I knew that little things
were special things.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
you said a prayer,
and I believed there was a God I could always talk to.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
you kissed me good-night
and I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes
and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but that it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
you smiled
and it made me want to look that pretty, too.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
you cared
and I wanted to be everything I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking -

I looked. . .

and wanted to say thanks for all
the things you did when you
thought I wasn't looking.