I was on my way out of the grocery store with a shopping cart full of items and at least three kids with me. A lady asked me if I was interested in setting up an appointment for a photography session with vintage clothing and props. I thanked her for the offer but declined. She was overjoyed that I acknowledged her presence. Sometimes I say hello to people and they say hello back, but sometimes they don’t, but I make it a point to at least be decent because I remember that lady from the grocery store.
Today Al and I talked about doing what we can to help those who are rendered invisible and voiceless in our society and a dreadful thought hit me: How many times have I looked past people in my family, in my own home, in the rush to get the “important” things in life done? Do my kids feel invisible when I’m in whirlwind mode, working on projects and making sure i’s are dotted and t’s are crossed? Sigh.
6 thoughts on “invisible.”
Deep. Being a “big city” girl my whole life, I was taught early on not to speak to strangers and I can easily look through others. Working on that.
It is tough to balance for me sometimes. On one hand, one has to be cautious in crowded situations, but on the other, it can be really lonely being surrounded by millions of people who never to hardly ever reach out to each other.
True. Happy Mom’s Day.
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