I have been worried about this day for a long time. I have watched the bagger at our local grocery store and complained to the store manager when the cashier barked at him to move faster. I’ve talked to the ticket-taker at our movie theater about her nail polish and waited as she told me about her little sister who polished them. As I left them I hoped everyone after me would do the same.
Today Ashlyn begins her first job experience. There is a good chance she will talk more than she works and forget instructions a second or so after they are given and I don’t even want to think about what will happen if the grapes in her lunch are smushed. She will have a job coach to help her along but nothing to guard her from impatience or critical eyes or long stares, no principal’s office to send the general public.
Last night she packed her lunch for far longer than it will take to eat it and wondered over her “job shirt.” I stayed up late over-thinking and woke up early to continue more of the same. I have to hand her over to the world today and hope she finds kindness in return. I can’t create an 18 year-old sized bubble to put her in or follow behind her, giving “the look” to anyone who even thinks of rolling their eyes. I can only stay here and hope that she gets back what she gives.
Your worst offense would be taking her favorite seat on the bus or asking her to wear matching socks. You can take too long and lose your checkbook and forget to brush your teeth and she will still ask you about your day and tell you about this week’s soccer practice. If you see her, please smile back when she smiles at you and give her an extra second to help with what you need and just be nice. Be nice.
We talked through the door as she waited for the bus this morning, because she wanted to wait alone, but not really. She smiled and jumped a little as her ride arrived and ran to the doors with plans for the best. day. ever.
I can only hope the universe gives her just that.
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