Sticking With It focuses one of many small things that have not changed as a result of Covid-19 and state-wide lockdown
In light of the last two articles being both long and rather heavy, I have decided today to keep this one short. At the suggestion from a loved one to try a diffuser to help ease my anxiety, I made a trip out to my local Target. After searching the store to find it, I stood in line patiently waiting for my turn to check out. In front of me, a masked young couple unloaded their cart while trying to keep their son entertained. Old enough to talk, he still had all of the joy and curiosity of the children I had seen amble through my own line when I worked at Target last year. And just like those children, he too held out a tiny hand and whispered to his mother, “Mommy, I want a sticker.” Clearly smiling behind her mask, the mother leaned closer to the plexiglass screen and politely asked the cashier if it would be possible. Much to her delight, it was; and so, eyes wide, the youngster happily peeled off the sticker and slapped in against his forehead, laughing behind a Paw Patrol facemask.
I wanted to share this story because the joy I felt in that moment was something special. It was special because it was familiar. It was the same feeling I got every time I placed a sticker in a child’s hand or held one out for them to take. I find hope that the joy and wonder that a child gets for something so simple as a sticker has not been extinguished by the pains and pangs of quarantine. Isolation has not killed his laughter and Covid-19 has not crushed his joy. I feel that we, the participants of the adult world, could learn something about joy from boys like Eric. So next time you’re out shopping at your local Target, ask the cashier for a sticker: even if you don’t have children, you might be glad you did.