But no one will see it

I set up the nativity in the backyard again this year. In the past, it has been out front near the fire hydrant that is on our property, and possibly near the turnaround, or keeping the inside of the shed festive – I don’t exactly recall.

This year, I also decorated the turnaround with the large, outdoor ornaments instead of putting them on the trees out by the street – and fire hydrant – because one of my boys parks there.

But, back to the nativity: I was informed, “But no one can see it out there.”

I pondered momentarily…

…No one can see it when they are up at 6 a.m., making the morning pot of coffee?

…No one can see it when they’re putting away groceries or food prepping?

…No one can see it when they are standing at the sink doing all the dishes?

…No one can see it when they’re doling out the dogs’ medicine or letting them out the back door and watching for them to come straight back in after they’ve pottied?

I replied, “I can see it when I am standing at the kitchen window.”

<Silence.>

I guess I am “no one”?

But I am not.

I am someone.

I am the someone who buys the food, puts it away, prepares it, serves it, and cleans it up for the people in the house as well as the pets. I grind the coffee beans every morning, brew the coffee, pour it into cups just the way people like it, and deliver it. Then I retrieve the cups and wash them.

“I spend a lot of time in the kitchen, at the sink,” I continued.

No reply, and thus concluded the conversation.

Similarly, it doesn’t matter to me if the only person who appreciates the turnaround décor is my youngest son. He is also someone.