Ever noticed that really thin line between a perfectly wonderful moment and hating your entire life? (Please say it isn’t just me! Seriously, please, email me, like, now) It’s like an invisible wire that trips you up without warning or notice. Oh you’ll be going about your day gaily with a song in your heart and a skip in your step, them bam, you’re flat on your face eating dirt.
Recently for a short few minutes I thought I might just have a chance to win “Earth Mother of the Year” and even went looking for my application. It was a rare moment when my children were happily playing in a cardboard box, the smell of fresh baked organic whole grain muffins wafted throughout the house. Children’s laughter filled my heart and the birds sang a song of praise for all the goodness I had personally brought to the day.
I whispered a thankful prayer to the universe for my amazing life, as happiness and peace washed over my soul.
“Damn I’m good” I thought to myself, and was on the verge of calling a friend to tell them just how perfect my life was, when bam, on my face eating dirt.
Oh I don’t know the details but the screeching voice of my 6yr old crying though desperate tears “I’m dying” are all that remain with me this day.
Was she badly injured you ask? Perhaps some terrible accident with the cardboard box, a paper cut across her jugular? No, the 6 yr old was, thirsty. And well, one thing lead to another and within seconds the birds had fallen from the trees and the muffins were burnt.
I’m constantly amazed at how children can catastrophise. I’m so glad we outgrow crying because we’re too hot, thirsty or bored. I’m so glad we no longer cry, “I’m dying” when we’re thirsty expecting others to run with a cup of water and place it lovingly at our lips. I’m so glad I’ve grown out of the stage of catastrophising every little thing, and being so quick to feel like my day is ruined because someone didn’t act the way I expected them to. Phew, it’s so nice to be a grown up without having tantrums without the high drama, to have patience with what is and compassion for what isn’t.
But man I hate this dirt in my mouth and I’m dying for a drink.