Hello, awesome readers!
I don’t need to tell you, the world is full of negative junk and broken systems. But don’t worry. This post isn’t about any of that.
In fact, if this is your first visit here, this ENTIRE BLOG wants nothing to do with negativity. And to prove it, know that I work very hard at boycotting the news.
Some of the stuff I avoid knowing about:
• Any story that involves dead people
• Weather reports that conflict with my plans to cut the grass
These are just off the top of my brain. And odd that they should even be there since I work very hard at avoiding them.
(Dear My Brain: CLEARLY YOU’RE DOING A TERRIBLE JOB.)
BUT enough of that. Let’s focus on some great, wonderful, positive stuff. The stuff that kicks negativity’s ass.
So every day we get to encounter random, little things that melt our hearts like a fondue pot filled with little, chocolate bunnies.
Just recently one of my quasi-grownup kids called me up to talk about their day (notice my discretion in not mentioning WHICH KID):
Cell phone: Ringa-ring-ring-to-the-beat-of-some-song-I-have-no-idea-my-kids-set-it-up-to-mess-with-my-understanding-of-music-and-I-keep-forgetting-to-change-it
(What? I can be cool, regardless of my not knowing what song my phone is beepity-bopping to.)
My kid: Hi, mom. Something happened today and I KNOW it’s stupid but it really bothered me.
Me (in my head): Holy CRAP! And you’re calling ME??? Wow! You must think I’m a superhero or something.
Me (out loud): Oh? What happened?
And then the entire day rolled out over the phone like a tsunami.
I can’t share the details of the conversation with y’all because if I did this particular kid would put me up for adoption. But I can describe
their day *cough* the horrible sea wave, right?
Think big. Think roaring build up. Think RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.
Yes. THAT kind of day. We all have them. My job in all this was to make my kid see the tsunami for what it really was: an ant splashing in a drop of water.
Spoiler alert for those of you whose kids are still little:
Something unexpected happens to our kids over time: they grow up. In spite of this, no matter how big they get, in our hearts they’re always little.
The great, wonderful, positive part of this story is that by the time we got off the phone she … or he … was feeling better about his … or her … day.
I got to save my kid from the little villainous happenstances that Life likes to throw on our paths once in a while. (The bitch.)
Dear Life: When you’re in that mood, STAY AWAY FROM MY KIDS.
*Sigh* If only it was that easy to keep them safe all the time.