Back to the nativity: I was informed, “But no one can see it
I thought for a moment, and pondered…
…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
…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
I guess I am “no one”?
But I am not.
I am someone.
I am the someone who makes the coffee, 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 spend a lot of time in the kitchen, at the sink,” I
continued 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.