Thursday, October 3, 2013
Time to Switch Hats...Again
I had a man come back from yesterday bringing his wife with him this time. He was looking at a mattress for $1099 and I was hoping his wife would like it too. No go. That's okay, you win some you lose some.
Actually I was grateful for the down time, I'm whupped. I had time in between customers to read my book and eat lunch undisturbed. A few more peeps came in and then I had another lull. I got crazy and decided to install the update for my iPhone.
So I bit the bullet today and finally hit the 'install update' icon. It made me immediately nervous. It took about forty five minutes to load. I spent the time tidying up the bathroom and taking out the trash.
Some more customers came in and I gave them my best shot. The first was a young girl talking on her own iPhone as she cruised through the store. I said a friendly hello and asked if I could help her? She totally ignored me...not a good thing to do. I followed her and repeated "How are you doing today, can I help you?" She continued to ignore me and I continued to slowly follow her around, keeping my distance but doing my job.
She looked at several mattresses and then I couldn't hold back anymore. I walked right up to her (she was off her phone now) and asked what size mattress she was looking for? She shot me a look and said "I'm just looking." Maybe I shouldn't have but said "Knock yourself out, I'll be right over there if you need me" and pointed to my desk.
When you are fifty three years old working seven days a week, happen to be in the middle of a ten hour work shift and hot flashing most all the time in a store with no A/C a snotty nosed twenty year old kid can really tick you off, especially when you've extended the olive branch several times.
It didn't phase her but when she walked out once again on her phone I made sure to say "Thanks for coming in!" (and even managed to not sound sarcastic)
My two younger kids are right around the same age this girl was. My kids can wear me out and often do. Sometimes I have to remind them they are talking to their mother and best remember it. That usually gets the me the old eye roll and they pipe down...but when they are out in public with me are the most gracious and well mannered kids I've ever met.
When Zach went to the nursing home with me last week he was a knight in shining armor. He held doors open, he helped aides with lunch trays and asked every old person scooting down the hallway propelling themselves along by their feet how they were doing? He put the foot pedals on Frances' wheelchair so her legs wouldn't hurt so much and spoke to every person in the hall again as we left, whether a patient or guest.
Massey is the same way. She can get snippy with me and sometimes does but take her out in public and she's adored by the masses and with good reason. It's all "Thank you, yes ma'am, no sir or You are quite welcome!"
Here's the thing. Kids turning into young adults are gonna push you, I know I did my own parents. Momma more than Diddy. My Diddy didn't play (he always had his belt on and wasn't scared to use it) and my Momma died when I was seventeen but was unnecessarily bossy to her when I didn't need to be. It's one of the things I have always regretted. She died when I was a snotty brat who thought she knew everything. What I didn't know was that she would drop dead on the floor of a store in front of me when I was seventeen fixing to turn eighteen and would never have the chance to grow up and tell her how smart she really was and how right all her unwanted advice and unwanted wisdom turned out to be.
I know my kids love me even if they don't show or tell me every day. I was unlucky to lose Momma that way but it taught me to read between the lines.
I too, was pleasant and cordial to others when sometimes a snot nosed ungrateful brat to my own Momma.
She knew I loved her. She knew I was a good person. She knew I had learned from her how to be a good person and was evident in the way I treated others.
Unfortunately my Momma didn't live long enough for me to mature, realize this and thank her and I mentally kick myself daily.
She didn't and doesn't mind. She loved me and knew I loved her even if I didn't show it all the time.
That's what it means to be a parent, that's what it means to be a "Momma."
You raise your kids to the best of your ability. Forgive them their many faults and pray they remember the lessons you taught them. Then when they finally make their way into the world on their own realize how very right you were.
“To the world you may be one person; but to one person you may be the world.” (Dr. Seuss)
I gave it my best shot as a parent. I'm extremely imperfect but who isn't? I think I did okay. I hope I live long enough to see all the great things they can do with the tools I gave them. I gave them love and taught them how to love.
I hope my own kids do that one day.
I was one of the luckiest kids in the world to grow up with these parents in this house.
and still are...we still have each other.
Lots of families grow apart as they grow older, ours shrank to three but became a tight knot of nuts!
Yep, I'm one lucky daughter, sister, wife and Momma!
"You are you. Now isn't that Pleasant?" (once again the very smart Dr. Seuss)
Being loved is a powerful feeling. It empowers you to love others and that's what life is all about.
Til next time, COTTON