Remembering the Joys of Anticipation
Over
the past week or so I’ve been wondering how much we’ve lost as a society since
we’ve grown accustomed to a world of instant gratification. There are so few things that require us to
wait today. Out of season fruits and vegetables are available year round at the
market. The widespread use of debit cards, credit cards, PayPal, Bill Me Later,
and instant transfers by cell phone has rendered cash nearly superfluous. Many
parking lots in the Washington, DC area require payment by cell phone. There
are no parking meters.
When
I was growing up in the 1960’s and 1970’s, we lived what we considered an
abundant life. However, there was no such thing as instant gratification. We
had to wait for things. There were some new clothes when school started, for
Christmas, for birthdays, and a new dress and coat for Easter. Mom made our
play clothes. And there was no shame in hand me downs. Some of my favorite
outfits were hand me downs from Nancy Wright, whose mom was the secretary at
Washington School where my dad taught school.
Coca
Cola was a rare treat. We drank milk, water and Cool Aid. We were treated to
bologna and cheese sandwiches Sunday after church. We did not routinely have potato chips. We
ate fruit loops and Cap’n Crunch for snacks. Every evening we had a
well-balanced dinner and ate together. There was a lot of hamburger mixed with
rice or macaroni or spaghetti. Mid-western moms were adept at creating
casseroles with various condensed soups.
We looked forward to the occasional ice cream cone and appreciated every
lick.
Christmas
and birthdays were magical because we weren’t gifted with toys and clothes on a
regular basis. We did not shop for sport. We borrowed books from the library,
had 9 channels of TV, played board games, and looked forward to visiting
Grandpa who would take us to the country store in the bed of the pick up and
let us have an RC Cola. Getting something new was exciting, something to
anticipate, something to savor.
There
are few things that I truly savor today because everything tangible is so
readily available. But those items that I must wait for, I truly appreciate,
such as fresh peaches from the local orchard, the flavorful heirloom tomatoes
that are only ripe in my garden from the end of July to early September, the
profusion of daffodils and tulips blooming in springtime, the smell of leaves
burning in autumn, that first spring day when I can drive with the top down on
the convertible, the new seasons of Downton Abbey and Game of Thrones, attending
a special event, and hugging loved ones who live far away. These are the things
that I anticipate and treasure.
I’m
still appreciating every bite of the luscious, flavorful heirloom tomatoes that
I ordered in January, planted in May, tended over the summer and celebrate
every day until the last fruit is gone. Then, no tomatoes until next summer; I
will have a year to dream, plan, cultivate and anticipate. I’m already thinking
about next years harvest!
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