In the big and busy modern store things can sometimes get more than a bit hectic. It’s probably the same in a lot of other situations as well.
Which may explain why one person with a glitch of some sort in her particular roles in the whole thing was on the verge of a meltdown.
The problem probably wasn’t anything big but it was threatening to wreak havoc on her whole day.
That was when a co-worker, a mother of four, all of them under the age of seven, calmly left her post and walked over briskly to undo the impending havoc. Simply said, “here, let me see if I can help you with that.”
And she did. Smiles were restored, and business went on as it should. Of course, mother of four little ones deal with havoc on a regular basis.
For them the havoc alarm is on at all times. She’s the referee.
And it seems like it’s always been that way.
Why else would the author in the Old Testament have been prompted to write about a wife and mother by saying: “She looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed…’ (Proverbs 31:27)
The Webster dictionary says a referee is someone to whom anything is referred to for a decision.
Mothers have always known that.