It’s been so long since I sat down and wrote a real blog entry, with forethought, that hasn’t had to do with a site update or new design, I hardly know where to begin. So I’ll begin with the holiday at hand.
When I was a little girl, of course, Christmas was just about toys, toys and more toys. Since it was just me and my mother (on a widow’s pension, supporting a young child), I was doted on, within reason and within budget. Somehow, my mother always seemed to be able to find one spectacular item on my list and that was all that mattered to me. When I was a very little girl, it was usually dolls and doll houses (Barbie and her entourage, mostly). Later, it became transistor radios, records and a record player to play them on. Then as I became a teenager, despite what I wanted, I usually got clothes, and even better, money.
I knew in my heart, even as a very young child, that Christmas was more than just gifts. My mother taught me that despite the run on toys that children seem to expect, it was also a time to celebrate ourselves, our lives. In a way, to be thankful for what we have and to share it with others whenever possible.
It seems sad that we need a holiday to remind us of something so simple. But even the holiday is not enough sometimes.
Yesterday evening in traffic, I saw irate motorists, people whipping in and out of traffic. I also saw several “near misses” that, if either motorist hadn’t been more alert, would have ended in an accident. As I sat in traffic, I looked at the people in the cars around me. None of them seemed to be all that happy. Most stared straight ahead. No one seemed to have any emotion at all, with the exception of one couple, who appeared to be arguing quite animatedly.
The grocery store seemed to breed more rudeness. I found myself going out of my way to be friendly to the cashier to make up for those ahead of me who weren’t. I at least left the store with a sense of accomplishment. I’d made the cashier laugh and it looked like she was not having the best of days.
I learned one thing in line that night: No matter how savage, thoughtless, careless and rude we can generally be, when treated kindly, we always seem to find a way to rally. And while you go about your holiday errands, try being extra kind to the people around you. You may be surprised at the reaction you get. Happiness is very contageous.
Happy Holidays everyone!