Expectations

I don't know what I expected today with taking on a new role in my life. I rose early—something I don’t always appreciate on a Saturday—to take my husband to the airport. Having expressed my disappointment numerous times about him leaving (job related or not) on such an important day, I kept quiet about the event as we passed other morning commuters.

At the curb, he kissed me and wanted to be the first to wish congratulations. Still, it wasn’t what I had expected.

Stopping at a nearby Publix on my way to Word Weavers, I picked up a flower arrangement that was to be given during the meeting. The bright yellow and pink colors made me smile. As I left the store I encountered an elderly woman.

She held her arm out. “For me?” She laughed.

I glanced at the flowers then looked at her. “For someone just as special.” I smiled. She probably didn’t expect me to say that.

As she passed me she remarked, “You made my day.”

After arriving I stepped into a familiar role—one that allowed me to place writers in critique groups—at the monthly Word Weavers meeting. I'd forgotten how much time it took to do the job and how much concentration was required. Usually when in this position I miss what is said up front.

Today was no exception.

I needed to be cued when to step up to give or receive gifts. Then how quickly I returned my focus to the task at hand.

When my new position was announced—the moment I'd waited for with much excitement—I stepped forward, nodded, then returned to the table to finish dividing the different writers' groups.

Once the first part of the meeting ended and writers were in designated rooms, I sighed. Where had the time gone?

After the critique sessions one gentleman approached. He gave me a slight bow. “Madam President. Congratulations.”

I thanked him.

At that point he introduced himself.

I smiled. We had met before. Several times. But I guess he’d forgotten.

As I packed up books and my other belongings another person approached.

“I really enjoyed this and learned a lot. I’m glad I came,” she said.

“First time?”

“Yes. And you’re the new president. Guess it’s a first for both of us.”

I nodded. “Several years ago my first time here was when someone new stepped into the presidency. Look what can happen when you stick around.”

She laughed. “You’re funny. Don’t think it can happen to me.” Tammy pressed her purse to her side and walked away. She chuckled again.

Didn’t think it could happen to me either. God had other plans. Ones I didn’t expect.

I left tired, but a good tired. Once again, I’d engaged in what I loved—assisting other writers. Did I believe my new position would change that? Yes. I expect it will help me to do it better.

I guess that’s what I’ve been expecting all along.