The most traumatic thing for a working woman and I am sure every one of them will vouch for it, is her maid bunking and mine bunked for a week! Without prior notice! Don’t snort or baulk! Ask any working woman how awful the prospect of a mound of dirty dishes in a sink is! Once the groans go unnoticed one just has to attack the pile and make it through the door before you are late! But just as I thought I had it all behind me with a short-lived mental aha! I found myself looking down at the stubborn, ill-timed flat tyre of my car! Finding an auto and haggling was the next nightmare on the agenda!
I got off the auto at my school, rather unsteadily; feeling my bones rattling and brushing my hair that looked like it had been electrocuted, into place! Auto rides here tend to do that! The next rattle on my agenda was the kids at school who had decided to be particularly difficult. Either the home work was not submitted or they couldn’t care to pay attention! The angst of my morning burst forth! Gnashing my teeth and stamping my foot in sheer exasperation I set forth to fill the blackboard with impossible homework that would ensure the kids would have no play time for the next one week! I stormed out of each class, dusting my hands in wicked glee after I had wreaked havoc on each class! Not that it all made me feel better. Once through the school I realised I was only setting myself up for more work for the following week as more home work meant more correction by me. Sighing to myself I went through the rest of the insipid week in rabid frustration as every plan for the week was either scuttled or some outing cancelled! It was simply raining Murphy!
Just when I thought I was drowning in a never-ending sea of sorrow something beautiful happened!
A good, brave friend of mine said she was expecting her third child. Something in me just blossomed in that moment! I sat down feeling incredibly happy just letting the feeling sink.
After that a meeting I had been dreading went off smoothly, I received a heart-racing smile from someone, a child wrote a beautiful poem and set my heart singing! Somebody patted my back and said I had done a good job. I couldn’t help but feel the tensions of previous week slip away.
As I mulled over this I realise life has lots of moments to feel awful about. In fact it’s predominantly filled with it. The darkness and the fog at times threaten to consume you. But in that, all it takes is that one moment, one tiny spark, and one small ray of happiness, of joy, of the beauty of life itself to reaffirm our faith, in our abilities to face whatever life chooses to throw. And we need to be open to it! Along with the realisation nothing lasts forever! Not even our bad times!
All it takes is a pat, a smile, a hug, a kiss, a twinkle of the eye, a back rub…Ok I know I am pushing it…..! But it is all it takes! It is all that matters! It is these that replenish our souls. We just need to be hopeful of that!
And yes, my maid came back to replenish mine!