We wear name tags that produce our first
names in large, readable letters. Often children, because we are all women,
call of Miss and whatever our first names are. Hence I am Miss Paula to many
children and adults. Probably many people have no idea of my last name.
Yesterday a man came in with his
youngest who might be 2.5 years old. The father told me that they had gone to
the public library while on vacation in Estes Park, CO. They had not been there
very long when their youngest asked, “Where’s Miss Paula?”
I laughed with surprise as this kid,
while in the library, hardly acknowledges my existence unlike his older brother
who almost always greets me. In the meantime, he is standing over by the gum
machine checking out the knob and the slot to see if there are any missed
treasures.
His dad called to him, “Here is Miss
Paula. Say hello,”
The boy turned around with obvious
reluctance, looked at me, made a funny face, and turned back to his task. It seemed
like normal behavior to me. I am still astonished that he even knew my name.
When they left, his dad said, “Wave
good-by to Miss Paula.”
This kid raised his head from his
father’s shoulder, grinned at me, and waved a great send off.
Life is full of mysteries, some with
great gift wrapping.
Paula
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