Big Debbie, Little Debbie

When I was a child, my mom became friends with the neighbor across the street. She had a daughter named Debbie, who was about 4 years younger then me. So to save these two women's sanity, I became big Debbie and she, little Debbie.

Most of the time, I didn't mind being big Debbie. But there were days I wished I was little Debbie ....when life became tough for a child who was the oldest in the bunch and shouldered more responsibility.

So about two weeks ago, there was a chain of events at work that left me holding the bag. Promises made, promises broken. Government politics isn't for the weak of stomach. So to save myself from adding to the debacle, I punched out..the time clock and went home.

There I licked my wounds, lamented on the rewarding of mediocrity, and my approach to this issue come Monday morning. But what came up through my emotions was MY little Debbie. The child in me was extremely upset that the grownups (my superiors) did not support me when I needed it most.

It is funny and quite interesting that though my childhood was so many years ago, my reaction when closely examined are tied into my little"big" Debbie. The anger and sadness were from being let down by those who stated they would be there for me. What I did by leaving was to send a message of disapproval, and to give me time to regroup, assess and accept.

This event has since passed with apologies made, and me still holding the bag. But karma came rather quickly to one who was a big part of the situation. So I didn't have to say "I told you so", the universe did that for me. And to that, I say thank you.