I’m interrupting my posts on starting a new business to share with you a story from our house yesterday morning.
Six months ago my three and a half year old started preschool. She loves it. If it were up to her she would go everyday. In fact, some nights at dinner she will ask us if she can go more. It’s difficult to tell her that yes she could if I didn’t want to hold on to her so badly! That two half days each week are enough for mommy right now, thank you very much, and that next year when she is four I will consider letting her go for three. (Okay, I will let her go, but it’s so tough to think about that I can’t even do that right now!)
Once every few months the kids have a turn at bringing in snack. So Wednesday afternoon we made blueberry muffins, packed up a bag with cheese sticks and cantaloupe and small waters, and ran out to the store to get some really cute paper plates with pictures of Sesame Street characters on top.
Wednesday night, sometime between one a.m. when the baby was up screaming and five a.m. when we were up crying because it was so early, my three and a half year old woke up in tears with a sore throat and a runny nose.
I got her back to sleep after a bit. When she woke up the next morning she jumped out of bed, excited, flapping her arms around. “I’m bringing snack today!” she screamed. Her eyes were puffy and not open more than slits and green goo crusted the corners. Her nose was running, and she was hacking like a twenty year smoker.
I can’t tell you how much it devastated me to tell her that she couldn’t go to school, and that her friend, our neighbor, would have to take in her snack.
She cried so much I thought I might cry with her. She stood at our door in her fuzzy yellow pajamas and watched as her friend’s mother picked up the snack and walked it to her car. And she cried, and cried, and cried.
Two things went through my mind. First, how much I wish I could take her pain away (a cup of hot chocolate and some messy painting that morning did the trick by the way) and secondly, how much I wish that everyone could wake up in the morning and want to go to work that badly.
Can you imagine feeling horrible if you couldn’ t get to the office because you were sick? Not awful because you wouldn’t get those papers done, but awful because you really, really wanted to be at work and dreaded that you could not be?
If we could just bottle a little of that excitement and save it for our jobs, what a great place our workplaces would be! Imagine our offices if everyone that walked in the door each morning wanted to be there.