Sunday, May 1, 2011

Struggling with Returning the Embrace


I think of my co-workers as my peers.  Age does not typically factor in to any of our conversations.  In reality, though, many of my co-workers are peers of my children.  I don’t think about it much because they interact with me as colleagues, while my children interact with me as, well, my children.

Last week, a ran headlong into the brutal truth. 
It hurt!

The messenger was a woman at work who is absolutely beautiful.
Her skin has a soft, warm glow that speaks of sunshine and sandals.  Her smile brings spring to the coldest winter day.  She is equally comfortable taking charge of a situation or standing back, offering quiet support.

Last week she came to work with an extra bounce in her step.

“I was at a training,” she grinned, “and guess what?  Someone there thought I was your daughter.  I was SO flattered!”

I managed a weak smile and tightly grabbed a hold of her exuberance, making it lift me out of the ice cold water of reality.

I let myself be dragged quickly around the clock.  Starting at six o’clock where I am O-L-D and landing in the embrace three o’clock and blessing of the compliment.

Truth be told, I am still struggling with returning the embrace.  

1 comment:

  1. Tell me about it. Age is always such a shock to me!

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