Waiting

We are both waiting. Gia is waiting for her owner, true love, master, food-giver, ball-thrower and only person in her world, to return and sit beside her. I’m waiting for my son to join me for pizza and a drink. (Yes, he is the same person for whom Gia is waiting, although he is not all of those things to me!)

How often are we just waiting for that perfect person, or that perfect time? Looking at my own life, I am still waiting for the perfect time to start doing the things I have been putting off. Things like drawing in my sketch book and using the beautiful pencils that were a treasured birthday about 17 years ago.

I remember the delicate dinnerware set that my father bought for my mother when I was a teen. These were so fragile that only mom could wash them, and only special guests could use them. They were kept in the large china cabinet along with heirlooms and other beautiful items that were for show….waiting for the day that was special enough to use them.

Over the years, as mom wore down, they were used less and less frequently, until one day she decided that family was special enough to be privileged to use these dishes. She stopped waiting for that perfect day and perfect guest.

Now it is my turn to stop waiting. Today might be the day I get my sketch book out even though I haven’t got my whole life figured out and organized. Or maybe I will drink tea from the heirloom teacups instead of using the dollar store mug. Maybe I should stop waiting for that perfect day. Maybe that day is today.