I am standing beside the electronics counter at my favorite store, Target. I've got one child in each hand so we form a delightful little family chain. I don't have a cart (BAD!) because I only needed one item. I'm on a mission: Get in. Get out. Get home. Crack open a Diet Coke.
Ms. Lilly and The Cam Man are antsy and anxious. They attempt to run in opposite directions, and would probably succeed in escape if not for my "grip o' death" on their teensy fingers. Cam screams, "Wanna cookie," and does his best impression of a limp noodle, while Lilly barks like a dog. (Sheesh!)
The red-shirted employees behind the counter are swamped; they are "full throttle" busy. Two men are on phones trying to track down video games. One young woman is behind the register. All I want is for someone to unlock the video game cabinet so I can grab "Paper Mario" and go. I wait and wait my turn.
A dapper man steps up to the counter. He's wearing a blue dress shirt and dark slacks. He's tall and built like an athlete. His chompers have obviously been whitened. He's the proud owner of a ridiculous swagger. He reeks of Calvin Klein's "Eternity." As I watch him, I envision myself whipping out my Christmas scrapbook paper, making a glittery gift tag for him, and taping it to his broad chest. It would read:
"Who would like to unlock a game cabinet for me?," he asks, all dashing and debonair. He smiles and his right cuspid sparkles...*TING!*
I watch as the woman behind the register turns to him, meets his smoldering gaze, giggles and says, "Oh! I can help you!"
WHAT?! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!
I envision myself bouncing up and down like a pogo stick, and waving my arms above my head. HELLO?! HELLO? It's my turn! I've been waiting! CAN ANYONE SEE ME?
In the midst of the holiday madness--the "hustle and bustle" that leaves us spinning--are we remembering to see the people around us? Are we being nice? Are we being considerate of others? Are we remembering to smile, to use our "manner words," and to be patient? Are we paying attention? Because when we see people, when we are sincerely kind and compassionate to ALL those we come in contact with, we become more like the man whose birth we celebrate this month. We begin to love as He does.
With that thought, I envision a new gift tag...
To: The Man Who Cut In Line
Love: Mama Leisha