When I was a kid, I read and reread the book, The Wait-for-Me Kitten.” The hero — or since I don’t remember, let’s say heroine — of the story was the runt of the litter and as the youngest and smallest was often left behind by the older siblings. As the youngest of three children, five and more than six years younger than my siblings, I could completely relate to the feeling of being left behind, of not being old enough.
It’s funny how even though we grow up, those childhood insecurities can rear their heads. I felt like The Wait-for-Me Kitten today. See, one of my very best friends retired today. I’ve been dreading this day for a while. It’s a classic “happy for you, sad for me” situation. And I am thrilled for my friend. I wish him only the best but can’t help wanting to cry out, “Wait for me.”
From what I remember of the book, the story turns out well for the little kitten. I’m going to trust that that’s the case here too.