Following the advice of my friend John I decided to lighten things up a bit since my last posts were a bit on the dark side. After all there are enough of problems and misery in the world, who needs to read about MORE depressing stuff?
Yesterday, I went to pick my mom up from the airport. SHE IS BACK. She is still not well but this post is not about her. This post is about my newly found way of cheering oneself up.
While I was waiting for my mom to come out, I had some time to kill. As a stay at home mom to two young kids I don’t have that luxury often and If I do, I never just pause to relax, I find a million little things to squeeze into my alone time. So I was a bit unfamiliar with this waiting around and doing nothing part. I looked around and started to observe the people and things around me.
The first thing I saw were a pair of turquoise super extra high heel booties a woman was wearing next to me. She was dressed to perfection (way too overdressed for 4:45 pm if you ask me) but who knows who she
needed wanted to impress. I started guessing. It was probably a boyfriend (too young to have anything other than a boyfriend). The thought of not knowing intrigued me.
I started looking around. Most of the people who were waiting next to me were couples in their mid 50’s anxiously waiting for their son or daughter to come home for the Christmas holidays. But they were not alone. The yiayia and pappous (grandma & grandpa) from the village were there as well. The uncle, cousins and friends of the family were there as well. Being in a Greek airport you get the whole big fat Greek family to welcome just one member. We are like this. We do everything surrounded by the whole family. If you ever go to a Greek hospital to visit someone be prepared to stumble upon the whole family of the patient squeezed into one room even if this patient shares a triple room. You do the math.
Suddenly I heard a shout: DADDDDDYYYYYYYYYY. A small girl managed to get everyone’s attention (including daddy who was waiting for his suitcase and was waving like a lunatic). I looked at the mom. She had tears. Tears of joy. I looked at the child. She was ecstatically shedding hers. I suddenly felt overwhelmed. I felt their joy. It was contagious.
If you ever feel down, or slightly depressed, or troubled or anything other than happy, a trip to the arrivals hall of the airport will do the trick (it will definitely not work with the departures hall, for the obvious reasons).