The close of another day is near, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Just knowing that the deep, soft, pillow-top mattress is waiting to cradle my weary body is more comfort to me than I can even say. I hit the door at work this morning…running…and I didn’t stop until after I had been within the confines of this sanctuary…home… for well over 30 minutes. This has been the day from hell. Ten voices…all wanting everything NOW. It was one of those days when my heart’s desire was to turn to the next person who said “I need…” or “Can you?” or “When you have a minute…”, and hand them my office keys as I pick up my purse and walk out the door…never to return. They, of course, would stare after me blankly…wondering which of their ten thousand requests I might be on my way to fulfill. But…of course….I don’t hand them my keys…and I don’t walk away. Why?? Good question. Maybe somewhere deep down inside (really deep down) I enjoy knowing that they need me…or maybe it’s the power of knowing how to accomplish all of those demands…or maybe it’s just the freaking mortgage that’s due next week. Who knows?!
In all probability…it has more to do with the fact that I am an adult. Grown up, responsible, dependable, and indebted. Up to my eyeballs in ethics, fair play, bills, and hope! Hope that eventually…someday… maybe I can be the demander instead of the demandee (is that a word? I don’t think so).
This grown up stuff ain’t always what it’s cracked up to be! And so I leave you with this…just a question to ponder…
Must we grow up all the way…
Or can we keep some secret part
Some giggly, squirming, wild haired things…
Tucked in behind
our ‘grown up’ heart?
Be well!
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