At least Tracy had toys in the nursery when Mom left my
youngest sister at church that time when we were little.
Today my husband forgot we were carpooling and left me at
work. Soon after 5 when I went looking
for him it didn’t take me long to realize he simply forgot me. The only other co-workers who live even
remotely close to us whom I could ask for a ride home were either gone or had
dinner plans close to the office.
Sighing, I called my husband’s cell phone.
When he answered I asked where he was. “Uhm, I’m coming back from getting my tire
checked,” he said. “Are you close to the
office?” I asked. He hesitated. “I’ll call you when I’m close,” he replied
and hung up as I was asking where exactly he was. I knew immediately he had forgotten me and
wasn’t about to admit it.
Replacing the handset I sat at my desk for a few moments as
I considered my options. We had been in
all day meetings and corporate dinners for two days and I had plenty of work to
do. But I didn’t want to start on any of
it if he was just a few minutes away. If
he wasn’t I was only going to get more frustrated by the minute not knowing how
long I would have to wait.
Lemonade out of lemons, I decided, foraging in my wardrobe
for a pair of walking shoes. Yes! Rummaging in my bag for a hair clip I scored
again. Heels off, hair up, I grabbed my
purse and set out to put my wait to good use by taking my walk. Outside the weather was nice and as I moved
along the parking lot I began to feel pretty good about how I was handling this
little change in plans.
I had logged 25 minutes when my phone rang. “I’m here,” he said. “I’m walking, be right there,” I said,
pressing the End button as he began to ask where I was. I had waited half an hour, he could sit for
the additional two minutes it would take me to get back to the office.
As I got into his truck I mentally prepared my gracious
acceptance of his apology. I was sure he
felt bad enough about leaving me and keeping me waiting, there was no reason to
be unkind. I climbed into the passenger
seat and waited.
“At least you got your walk in,” he said. Then we drove off.
No apology. No “gee,
I’m sorry about all this.” No need for
my acceptance speech. I guess I shouldn’t
have been surprised. He is a great guy,
but the words “I’m sorry” don’t come easily to him. As we made our way through traffic he tried
to start up work conversation a few times, but I just couldn’t get interested
in talking to him. Finally he turned on
the radio. As always when I need a way
to process my emotions, a blog was
quickly coming to me and I started tapping on the screen of my smart phone.
By the time we pulled into our driveway I was almost
finished writing. He got out of the
truck wordlessly, pulled the trash cans into the garage, and entered the
house. All the clichés came to mind – “All’s
well that ends well”, “It’s no big deal”, “a hundred years from now you won’t
even remember it”. And at least I didn’t have to bring in the trash
cans, only the mail and our meeting luggage from the truck. I recalled my devotional from just this
morning. Galatians, 5, Fruit of the
Spirit. Just another opportunity to
practice love, joy, peace, patience, and longsuffering.
Yes, there was a little fruit of the spirit in me, but
mainly I was glad to have my blog. It
served me well 4 years ago when it was born out of the Duke Disaster, and it
serves me well now, funneling my
feelings and saving me ammunition.