Where Are My Sunglasses?

"Hiding" from Grams

Have you ever begun something, set it aside for later, and later never appeared? For whatever reason, my blogging desires have come to the surface, of late. So, looking into the "draft" archives, I found a post I had started back in 2013, that never got finished. Five years later, it has reminded me of a game Reagan and I now play. Hide and Seek is an amazing game, as seen through the eyes of a child. All you have to do is duck your head, and/or close your eyes, and whoever is searching for you, even though they may be looking directly at you, cannot see you. Even if you say, "Is Reagan in the _______ (fill in the blank), and she really isn't there, you will hear her sweet voice from another room (where she really is), loudly say, "No." If you start to leave the room she is in, she will make a noise, as if she is trying to whistle so you will know you are close to where she is. But only when she is REALLY hiding. Like behind a chair, or closet door.

I love this kid, sooooo much!!! She consistently puts a smile on my face and laughter in my soul.

So, with that, here is the archived draft from 2013. Left dangling, unfinished; I think I will finish it today.

      I left work a wee bit early today. It was becoming more and more uncomfortable being where others could see me...and business had become quiet. While driving home, I decided to put my sunglasses on. Ahhhh...all of a sudden, my confidence in who I am began to become evident to me once again. All it took was to remove my regular eyeglasses and replace them with sunglasses. I felt hidden from sight. No one could see me. Weird, how that happens.

     Yesterday, in a moment of frustration, I decided to cut most of my hair off. It had become way too long for what I'm accustomed to, and just the day before, a contract worker explained why he was laughing as I walked out of my place of business. "I thought you had a motorcycle helmet on," he said, choking on his own laughter. "I guess it's time for a haircut," I quietly replied as I quickly slipped the key in the lock. Motivation came flooding in, as I determined once and for all, to change the way I looked. My evidently large helmet sized head sank lower as I walked out the door.

     When my girls were mere toddlers, I would place a dish towel over their heads where they couldn't see me, and we played peek-a-boo for what seemed like hours. They would giggle as I said, "Where's Lindsey (or Meghan...whichever it was)." You know the game. When they pulled the cloth off their faces, I would say, "Oh! There you are!" It was a fun game for them...and me. That simple act of placing something over their heads created a sense of invisibility. I guess it lingers into adulthood. My sunglasses had become my personal dish towel.

Ah...the essence of youth and cute hair. You rarely, if ever, see a child fussing about their hair and how it looks. And yet, it's usually adorable. Combed, or not combed. The only time it's important for them to be invisible is when they are hiding from you.

 As the years travel quickly past me, I still remain young at heart. Is it possible that's how God intended it to be, like, forever??? I've said it more than once, "I still feel as if I'm in my 30's." My body may be showing signs of being a few years older, but who I am, is stuck back in the 80's. Where are my sunglasses?

If you've lost me, look for me here, in Mary's World...behind the sunglasses.