What a spectacular high it is to be appreciated and thanked for doing your job. There’s employee of the week, employee of the month, and employee of the year. You get respect, raises, and recognition.
Isn’t that splendid?
Let’s compare that to say, oh I don’t know, being a mom. Go ahead. Guffaw.
You know where I’m going with this. I have two children—good kids with nice
manners. They have been brought up in a home where they have learned that they
are lucky. Consequently, they are thoughtful and generous individuals. They gladly
give up gaming time to help package up hats and scarves for our local homeless
shelter. They spend time shopping for groceries to give to local food pantries.
They donate their books and toys to kids at safe houses. They say please and
Here I am. Standing in the hallway as my two lovely little children
blow by me in a whirlwind of energy to get to the table. The one full of food
that I set out for them. Or ignore me as they retreat to the basement to play
their new Wii game. The one that I bought them. Or don’t look up from their
book as I walk out of my room in the morning, heading into the kitchen to make
their breakfast. Not so much as a “good morning” never mind a “thank you so
much for making my breakfast”.
There is something quite special about being invisible. I always wanted a
super power when I was little. I thought it would be so cool. I thought about
which one I would choose and, though it was a tough decision, I usually wound
up picking flying or being invisible. I haven’t been able to get those childhood
wings to work yet but, man, I sure did get the invisibility that I wanted so
Be careful what you wish for.