The box was supposed to arrive on Thursday, and it did not. And I pouted. I did not know what was in the box, but it was sent from my mother, so I know that it was sent with love and this excited me. Each day would walk my expectant bum down to the mailbox only to find no box in my small mailbox and no key to access the larger boxes where the parcels are placed. I would return to my house with a pouty lip, sad that my package had yet to arrive.
I reminded myself that I should not be in a sour mood because good things are worth the wait. Monday morning rolled around, and I decided that I would stop by the mailbox just to see if perhaps the mailman strolled by the box on Sunday. Pleasantly to my surprise there was a key in my mail slot “2P”, oh how a smile crept across my face, like the Grinch when his heart was starting to grow. A box, for me, I thought, this is going to be a great day.
I phoned my mum to let her know that I did receive the box, although it was a number of days late, and how I was so angry at the postal, but never the less, I had the box and now I had to sit and wait allll day until I could open it. Mum suggested that I open it immediately, that it would improve my day. I felt like I was going to break some kind of rule, that I was being mischievous, but it was mom and she was telling me to do it, so how rotten was it, really?
When I arrived at work, I put my belongings down, hooked up my laptop and then proceeded to open the box. First, I found the Udi’s Snickerdoodle cookies, gluten free, of course. They are my favorite and mom knows this. Yum!
Next in the box was the Clinique foaming face wash. This I was expecting and is some good stuff. Pricey, but boy does it lather well once applied and it doesn’t irritate my very sensitive skin.
At the very bottom of the box was a bag, I did not recognize the bag at first but when I pulled it out, I saw that it was a LuLaRoe bag. Oh I danced in my seat. I just LOVE LuLaRoe. Their clothes are AMAZING. Quite a bit pricey, but quality and comfy and oh my goodness, just my favorite, and mum knows this. As I am opening the bag, I put the bundle of tissue on the desk and begin to remove the sticker and as I do a man from the warehouse begins to enter the office area. At this point I am accessing my goodies and finding out that mother purchased me the green and blue polka dotted Georgia dress that I had every ounce of my heart set on several months ago. As if I had no control over my face, I was cheesing up the biggest, crinkliest corniest smile ever. At this exact time, the truck driver that was leaving our warehouse was passing my desk and he said, “Oh I am very happy to see you as well”.
I blushed all nineteen shades of red that comes in a Crayola Crayon box and tried to explain while I tripped over my tongue, but how do you explain the pure joy that comes from receiving something that you had NO idea that you were going to get and had long given up on ever receiving??
I had a great Monday morning and throughout the day I was productive and in a great mood. I love that my mom thinks of me often and she is in a place where she can send me presents. She knows that one of the ways that I receive love (as one of my love languages) is through gifts (the other is through words of affirmations and quality time, but since I am here and she is there, quality time doesn’t work out too well).
Today, I am wearing said dress and I feel amazing and I think I look pretty put together as well! At the same time, I am also having a kind of a hard/emotional day and in a weird way I feel like my mom is with me. I feel her presence with me. I feel her words of encouragement. I feel her spirit, and this is helping me get through the day.
We never know what the day will bring. It may start off stellar and then crash. It may start off crappy but then rebound and turn out to be a fantastic day. Our day can be what we make it. I also fully believe that we have no idea what other people are going through so we need to be kind. Little acts of kindness go quite a long way. Holding a door, letting someone merge in front of you while driving in traffic or going as far as paying in forward in the coffee drive through line. Don’t stop fighting, but also don’t forget to be kind.