However, in normal Monday fashion, of course nothing was where and how it should be. It’s a rainy day Monday, just a few days from the time change for the season, so incredibly dark.
We are frantically rushing around. My two oldest have a before-school activity that neither was happy about. My youngest woke up at 5am, then fell asleep on the couch. I’m trying to get a few emails out before I jump in to a day of meetings. And then…
I, in completely adult and logical fashion, decide to ignore the call. I just need one minute to finish my email thought.
“Just a second, honey! Need to send this email off.”
There’s dead silence. Then stomping on the stairs, and then I look up to see this:
Tears, an incredibly small coat, and that face. So what do I do? I burst out laughing hysterically, and I couldn’t stop! And what did she do? The tears turned into giggles, which turned in to excitement – new coat time!
Here’s the deal. Letting the small stuff slow you down brings you down. Yes, today was a typical Monday, but I look at my beautiful, healthy, insanely tall 8-year old and I feel blessed. She can laugh through the tears. I can make her laugh. I am lucky enough to know I can sneak out and buy her a new coat when she needs it, something that wasn’t always an option for me growing up.
And, when she realized that she was getting a new coat, she said something beautiful and it made me so proud. She said: “Momma, let’s wash this and donate it to another girl who needs a coat. I loved this, so maybe they will too.”
She may be loud, slightly spoiled and incredibly stubborn, but I know this girl will be alright in the end…