watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way
saying good-bye. But at home a difference is told, How we treat
our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking
the evening meal, my son stood beside me very still.
and said, "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy
you use, but the children you love, you seem to abuse.
there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood
very quietly not to spoil the surprise, and you never saw
the tears that filled his little eyes."
wake up," I said. "Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because
they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't
have yelled at you that way." He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
the blue." Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company
that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.
But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of
their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
into work than to our own family - an unwise investment indeed,
don't you think?