I met a kind woman this year. Her beautiful soul radiated each time I saw her. You could see such love in her eyes and though I hardly had a chance to learn more about this angel she touched my heart. No one knows each struggle we face behind closed doors and sometimes the smallest act of kindness can give someone a better day… A bit of hope. I try to learn my coworkers names, which in my field of work is difficult. I try to smile or say hi to everyone no matter what area of work they are in. I believe a smile goes a long way!
On a particular day not more than a few months ago I asked a coworker how she was, using her first name of course and saying I was glad to see her.See the thing is she fell one day from a child running in-front of her, not only did she fall but she smashed her head on the rock wall we have. She got up with tears in her eyes, she began to ask about the child and making sure no harm came to it. She was so worried about that child well we all worried about her. She had a kindness in her that now many have these days and when I addressed her, told her I was happy to see her she grabbed my arm and walked with me. As we walked she began to tell me that not many acknowledge her… Not many know her name.
It’s a sad world we live in that we cannot spread love, kindness and simple acts of decency to one another. We’re trapped in a world of technology, selfishness and money hungry. Though I know I am not perfect and have made many mistakes… This woman opened my eyes a bit more. Now we must say see you again one day, not goodbye because I know one day we will meet again at those golden gates. We’ll see the twinkle of love in your eyes and hear that kind voice once again; but for now I will say see you soon my friend.
Little did I know that I was soon going to have more little ones running around my house. The little pitter patter of their feet. The long nights of hearing their cries and as always having the puzzled look of confusion frozen my face.
And then they came… 4 black and 1 orange kitten on May 1st 2016, did I mention I’m speaking about the kittens that my cat gave birth to. If you were thinking we had another baby, then I do apologize for your moment of shock.
Before we begin about our house size growing let me tell you a little more about the story. Miracle as we call her was a rescued cat, I found in the road on the way to work. A small kitten of I’d say 5 weeks old, she was frozen in fear as I headed for food before work. I stopped the car as I saw something moving in the road; though not long before that I had found a younger kitten of a week old. I forgot about the food and scooped her up snuggling her in my purse and taking her home quickly to Geraldo and the girls. As I opened the door and held her his face expressed a large range of excitement and anger. “Another!? Where did you find this one?” As if I’ve done this a dozen times! It was only the second!… She snuggled right in, loving to sleep in our clothes and lay on our chests. Taking the excitement of our 1-year-old to a whole new level…
Time went on, sneezing and sniffles began, someone was allergic to the cat. Now at a year old she became an outdoor cat; taking care of her still feeding and providing a bed and water. Loving on her we soon noticed her big belly “Uh oh”. Soon after she had her kittens without us being home, once we found out she was pregnant.She became the Queen of the house. We got home like any other night of running around and Isabella ran to my room looking to watch cartoons and not soon after Elleanna followed. “AHHHHHH RAT!” As we ran into the bedroom to find Elleanna holding the orange fur ball…. I scream “oh my… She’s going to kill it!!” After a bit of a battle and scared that Miracle then wouldn’t take care of the kitten I went on a man hunt… It has to be more than one kitten. 5 in total, 4 black and white and 1 orange. Our house size just grew; we watched them grow, helping Miracle attach the kittens on to feed the first few times and creating a nice bed for them.
They weren’t with us long, four weeks to be exact. We watched them leave us one by one… Sadly I told my oldest they were given to new homes and Miracle disappeared on us. She was gone for some time but returned home…
Throbbing and aching is my body these days. As age is catching up with me I have found every ache that should have been during those crazy young years. Not saying I’m old but the years are adding up these days. Within the past few weeks I’ve felt a lot more aching then before, though that could be caused by the broken foot. The impossible task of sitting down and relaxing when an unforeseen event such as this has thrown my life off-balance. The bills are stacked one on top of another… The stress has become overwhelming but as everyone says everything happens for a reason.
The last three weeks out of work, which is far from usual when I work 5 to 6 days a week and have been crazy enough to try 9 days in a row one time, has been a changing experience. I have been reading late night books, like my daughter’s new favorite 5 Little Monkeys Reading in bed. I have had my little one fall asleep laying against me and caught up on some much-needed doctor appointments for the kids.
I’ve known for a long time that I’ve been missing out but these weeks have been amazing, stressful and depressing though happiness and a new-found form of spiritual investment in myself and family were found. I have had opportunities to watch the girls laugh and play, we’ve been seeing family that we haven’t been able to see due to work schedules and car situations.
I’ve been sitting on the sideline observing each smile, laugh and tear of my children. Their tears are not because mommy is walking away from another long day at the restaurant but because they want to snuggle me some more (and I may be trying to hide in the bathroom). We all need those mommy/daddy breathers!