There is that dreaded moment, when you are talking to someone at a party or a meeting.
First, she is talking about her children, grandchildren, and/or cats and dogs.
Which you find terribly boring because there is no way you could be as excited about a stranger’s children, grandchildren, and/or cats and dogs as she would be herself.
But you are ever so polite and smile and nod appropriately and maybe even encourage the conversation.
And then that dreaded moment occurs. Sigh.
She reaches for her phone, and you know, you just know, that she is about to inundate you with numerous pictures of her children, grandchildren, and/or cats and dogs.
“Let me show you,” she says exuberantly.
And you nod and smile politely.
And that encourages her.
And she shows you more and more pictures.
“Aren’t they just the most adorable…!” she says nearly tearing up.
And all you really want to do is escape, but the party has only just started or the meeting hasn’t yet started.
And you are trapped.
And the pictures keep coming.
And keep coming.
And keep coming.
“Just one more,” she says.
Just.
One.
More.
I’ve never shown people pictures of my children, grandchildren, and/or cats and dogs.
But perhaps now is the time.
When someone shows me their children, grandchildren, and/or cats and dogs, now I can respond in kind.
Come, my friend.
Come and meet my children, grandchildren, and/or cats and dogs.
