I was given two books today one called Misery the other More Misery, written by Suzanne Heller (no relation). The gifter said he read them as a boy. I read through both of them and began to chuckle, realizing that while these books were made for kids, they have such meaning for adults, as well.
Some of the things noted as what misery is, obviously in the eyes of a child, are indeed miserable:
- When you’re playing “Giant Steps” and you forget to say, “May I?”
- When you’re not old enough to play with the big kids and too old to play with the little kids.
- When you have soft bread and hard butter.
- When you’re thirteen and don’t need a bra.
- When you have to go to the ladies room and you’re a boy.
- When you’ve been promised a dog for Christmas and you get a canary named Fido.
- When you’re riding in the car and everyone smells dog doody and you discover it’s on your shoes.
- When you have a new box of crayons and you have to share it with your friend who presses too hard.
Both books had me smiling. So true, these things are miserable at the time they happen. But it also had me thinking about the past. How many times have I thought something was miserable, even unbearable, at the time that I don’t think much about now? How much time have I spent worried and glum about something that seems very small now? I would like to worry less about simple things and enjoy living a little more.
How much time do you?