by DR SIMON CROUCH
I have to admit that I am as guilty as the next person. My first instinct when I see a young child wandering alone, seemingly lost in a busy crowd, is to ask that child,
“Where is your mummy?”
It seems like such an innocuous question. What could possibly be wrong in helping a frightened child in this way. Well, I was recently told a story about such an encounter and it didn’t play out as you might first expect.
Three-year-old Jason was running around at the airport, burning off the boredom as he and his family waited for a delayed flight. Momentarily disorientated as a flood of disembarking passengers engulfed him, he glanced around searching for the security of his parents. A helpful man saw the young boy and approached with that innocent question,
“Where is your mummy?”
Jason hesitated, a puzzled look on his face. Trying to help, the man attempted a different tack.
“What’s your mummy’s name?”
At this Jason smiled. He knew the answer to this question, and he answered the man very proudly.
“My mummy’s name is Daddy.” He beamed, a giant smile on his face.
You see Jason doesn’t have a mummy – he has two daddies. As one of his dads arrived on the scene, scooping Jason into his arms, the stranger looked a little puzzled. He gave a nervous laugh and excused himself, snatching a curious glance at the unfamiliar family that was now regrouping.