We must have told her a dozen times to sit properly at the dinner table. We reminded her that if she didn't, she might spill her milk.
Then it happened......her Mama picked up the Target flyer, and she saw a picture of the new Tangled movie. She just had to get a closer look!
All within a split second, she stood up in her chair, arms reaching out, eyes eager to see. She leaned forward, her body moving toward the target, and with one knee up on the dinner table, she reached out for the prize.
But then she stops, looks down, and shrinks back into her chair more quickly than she had escaped from it.
Milk moving toward other dinner plates, down through the center of the table.
Eyes huge..........concern, conviction, fear, regret and disappointment all fill her.
Spilled milk, her mama had warned her about.
Spilled milk, a mistake she has made a hundred times before.
Spilled milk, another mess to clean up.
Spilled milk, something else to apologize for.
Somehow, all of a sudden, the lure of the Target flyer has disappeared. The desire for something she wanted so badly is no longer controlling her actions.
"I, so sorry, Mama. I, so sorry"
Mama cleans up the milk, quickly and quietly. She knows the feeling of making a mistake even with the full understanding of consequence. She knows the lure of an attractive target.
She too has stood up in her chair, reaching out and eager to see.
Eyes huge..........concern, conviction, fear, regret and disappointment have filled her at one point.
In that moment, I tell her everything is ok. I give her the prize and clean up the milk.
I don't want her to know the paralyzing regret of an every day mistake. I don't want her to beat herself up over the small stuff. There will be enough life lessons learned, enough mistakes made that will cause her to learn, change, adjust her decision making process.
I could have yelled, scolded, corrected and shown my disappointment. But, why??
I could have used the situation as a learning tool, and said something in the tone of "I told you so!"
There will forever be a constant flow of 'the small stuff' in life. I refuse to allow that to be a constant flow of conviction, fear, regret, and disappointment in our lives.
Don't sweat the small stuff!
I let go of the small stuff a long time ago.
This is one way I choose to Love and Live Life..............
Loving and Living Life................. Amanda