When I was a kid Easter was a big deal. Uncomfortable curlers I had to sleep in the night before, big itchy hats, and poofy dresses…I hated it all. I even went so far as to take a lovely white Easter hat off my head an stomp it into a mud puddle. (In my defense I told my mom I didn’t want to wear it, dad said I didn’t have too)
I am at work today. My hospital is open 24/7 so we don’t have holidays. Today, I saw a family all dressed up, heart balloons, a handmade sign just to wish there loved one a happy Easter. Waving to them from outside there room window here on the ground floor. (Only one guest is allowed per room so they had to figure out a new way to visit) it was lovely. It brought tears to my eyes and reminded me of a very important fact… love is one thing everyone can share, can spread, can enjoy. This holiday like so many others has become so commercialized that people forget the reason for the holiday…Spring brings…Rebirth. Growth. Renewal. Flowers in bloom…
This small outpouring of love however insignificant was beautiful. It is one of the many things I cherish about this job. One of the greatest gifts while being a caregiver seeing that love through service, healthcare, a beautiful plate of food. Small things to us. Incredibly important ones to the sick trying to become healthy once again and be home with there family, this day and everyday.
💐That is all I have for tonight friends… Writing and life are a work in progress…(just like me)😉🌼