I think the vast majority of us can point to specific experiences in our lives that have left indelible marks that have affected us forever. For me, one of those experiences happened at the very tender age of 5 years old.
It was Christmas time and all I wanted more than anything in the world was a doll-house. I dog-earred the Eaton’s and Simpson’s Christmas catalogues, wrote letters to Santa, and generally nattered incessantly about it.
Christmas morning arrived and I raced downstairs to see what Santa had left under the tree. Nothing suggested a doll-house. My heart started to sink. My mom told me that my doll-house had fallen off Santa’s sleigh during the night while he was making deliveries. I stared at her incredulously – what bad luck! Why me?
I remember so clearly my next thought which I dared not say out loud – how could he be so careless?
I was absolutely devastated.
Once I got over my initial disappointment, I became confident that Santa would make it right and each day that passed, I waited patiently for my doll-house to arrive. Nothing.
I am a March baby, and by the time my birthday came and went without a doll-house my 5-year-old heart started to understand a bitter lesson. It was my first inkling that I would not be able to depend on anyone for the things I really wanted. I mean, if you can’t rely on Santa, who’s left?
My mom said that Santa was a busy man and I was only one child of so very many. That comment only served to make me feel insignificant and a little more than selfish. It re-enforced my suspicion that no one was going to hand me what I wanted on a silver platter. It seemed if I really wanted something, I was going to have to ensure I could get it myself.
I even tried to run away from home with all my belongings in a pillow case loaded on a toboggan. I was striking out on my own and made it 2 blocks away before my older sister caught up with me and dragged me home.
That attitude has served me well. It’s a difficult lesson for a 5-year-old to learn, but as it turned out, nothing has come easily in my life. I’ve had to work very hard for everything I’ve gained.
Perhaps not getting a doll-house was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Nah – who am I kidding? I’m still bitter.
Thank you for visiting me today. Today I have some Lava Cake for your enjoyment. Chocoholics rejoice!