Every morning I get up, get the kids ready, and drive my son to school. Some days we are on time, a lot of the time we are just-that-bit-too-late-dangit.
Every morning I drive past one of the local schools, and every morning the crossing guard is there, helping kids and their parents cross the street safely. And every morning she has a smile on her face, waving to the people in the cars as they pass by.
I used to just pretend not to notice her, mostly because I was embarrassed for being late all the time. Then I figured that wasn’t fair for her, so I started waving back and making eye contact. Although you may not guess it, sometimes it is difficult for me to reach out to strangers. I feel tentative and unsure – I really want people to like me and I am disappointed when they don’t. Smiling at a complete stranger on the street was a stretch for me, but I am so glad that I did.
Now, every morning, this crossing guard smiles at me and I smile back. And the mornings when I am most grateful for her smiles are the mornings when I am running late, frustrated with the kids, and generally unkempt. Because I know that she will be there to wave me on my way, regardless of my own personal circumstances.
So Madame Crossing Guard, thank you. Please keep up the exceptional work.