27 Days to a Happy Mom - Day 24
Several eons ago, my first husband and I found ourselves approaching the holiday season without our normal amount of anticipation. He had been laid off from his job a few months previous, and was unsuccessfully looking for work. We were unusually prepared for such a time, with money in the bank and food stored away for the winter to feed our family of chipmunks, but not enough to make us feel comfortable.
A few days before Thanksgiving, I answered a knock on our apartment door. I found, instead of a caller, a brightly wrapped box containing a frozen turkey and all the trimmings. I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that I was initially offended. I didn't want to be someone's charity case. The anonymous gifts - from different sources - continued through Christmas and into the new year. There were little gifts for our three little boys, thoughtful surprises for us, plates of goodies, and more and more food.
As I complained about them to my sweet mother, arguing that we really didn't need these offers, she wisely told me to quit it. She knew that I would much rather be on the giving end of a service, but taught me that in order for anyone to give, there must be a receiver. I learned that being a graceful receiver is actually much more difficult than being a generous donor. I worked hard at controlling my pride and allowing others to help.
I hope that now I'm more gracious than I used to be, and that I can continue to learn how to help and how to be helped. How do you do at getting? Really.
Just for today... be grateful - and graceful - about being on the receiving side of the service equation.