In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In Due Time.”
~This is a repost to try to get it to show up on the Daily Prompt Grid.~
Deadlines. I both hated them and loved them during my working life. I hated them because, well, they were deadlines. (We called them, “drop dead”). I also loved them because they were a challenge to conquer. Challenges helped me to learn and become better and it felt good to have them conquered.
Holidays always approached, bringing along a great deal of stress. There were lists to be made, gifts to purchase and wrap. Next, I would have to stand in line at the Post Office to mail them. There were decorations to put up and a Christmas tree to decorate. There were meals to plan, food and ingredients to purchase, then all the food to prepare. There were endless tasks to complete to make sure the occasion was perfect for family and friends. There never seemed to be enough time to complete them all. The stress would gradually increase and exhaustion would slowly consume me.
The celebrations would be wonderful and ‘almost’ perfect. Next, the disappointment of it all being over would envelope me. There always seemed to be a sadness when the celebrations were over.
Now that I am retired and my children have homes and children of their own, I understand this sadness much better. There comes a time when that houseful of family with hectic schedules and endless things to do, will be gone. The duties will have been handed over to the children to do for their children. Even though there is a sigh of relief, there is even a louder sigh of quiet despair. The despair that says, “It will never be the same again.”
The other day I went to the store to make a purchase. As I was standing in line to pay out, I noticed the cashier was heavy hearted. We began talking about the upcoming holidays and she told me she was going to be alone.
“It’s okay to be alone for Christmas. We can still have a nice Christmas,” I told her with a smile on my face. (We both knew that wasn’t completely true). After I had given her the cash, I asked her, “I would really like to give you a hug, would it be okay if I give you a hug?”
She looked at me with tears in her eyes and answered, “Yes,” and held out her arms.
I left the store a little happier than when I went in, and something tells me that she was happier too.
Remember those people who are alone this Christmas. Give them a big bear hug and enjoy the happiness that single act will bring.
And… may yours be Merry and Bright.
Daily prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/in-due-time/