I waited a week for acknowledgement that the gift was received. A book I carefully picked out for this season of his life when he was groping for meaning and purpose.
I opted for the express shipping so it would be there in time for his birthday. My anticipation of his reaction mounted.
But the gratitude never came. There was no text, no thank you. I went online to make sure the package was delivered and saw it had.
It was as though the attempt to reach out never happened.
Self-defeat and pity consumed me. Why did I bother? Why did I make an effort when time and time again it wasn’t reciprocated?
An old wound was irritated. I knew I needed to address the source of pain, but I waited.
When a similar situation happened weeks later, I could no longer ignore the ache. I longed for recognition of the love I was pouring into those around me. I watched as others received pats on the back and validation.
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