Wednesday morning was the worst I can recall in history,
since waking up at 14 years old to find that my father had passed away during
the night. Sounds dramatic right?! It was…….for a while, but thankfully, I’ve
gained a new perspective-a reality check of sorts.
Before I’d even had time to fix breakfast, K comes
rushing up to me with a handful of hair, eyes wide with fear and tears, and
voice shaky and on the verge of a major melt down. “M’s cut her hair off!” she
wailed, “Come see!”
I sprang up and followed her into the playroom where I
was utterly stunned by what filled my eyes. There were piles upon piles of hair………..this
was one of several.
My knees went weak and I think I may have blacked out,
because I don’t recall exactly what I said or did immediately.
By the time I had at least some of my wits about me, I
gathered a Ziplock baggie full of hair and realized that all 3 of us were
crying-hysterically. (Among many other irrational fears and aversions of mine,
bad haircuts rank REALLY close to number one-I blame it on scarring as a child!)
When I found the guilty party, she was hiding and bawling
her little eyes out. I don’t think I was much help as I nearly hyperventilated over
the sight of her self-inflicted mullet :o(
I called DH, but he couldn’t understand what was going on
between the sobs, so MIL was promptly called and came to the rescue.
She kept K, while I rushed M to the beauty shop!
As my friend tried the best she could to salvage what
hair was left, M sat, much calmer than before, but with her lip poked WAY out
in disgust. When questioned about her frustrations, she said, “Well, my hair
didn’t even turn pink! Or at LEAST blonde!”
I was puzzled, but too curious not to push further. I
tried explaining, “Well honey, our hair doesn’t change color just because we
cut it.”
“But Rapunzel’s does!” was her very serious reply.
*head slap* On the ride home we had a long discussion
about real and fantasy (which I honestly thought we had down by now), and with
a broken hearted mama and sissy, the world turned on.
M was quite proud of herself, while K and I were
pitifully stunned and not pleased. (Not one of my proudest parenting moments to
say the least.)
2 other major family dramas occurred over Wednesday and Thursday,
so by the time it was Friday, I could hardly wait to get out the door to attend
the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure!
Friday morning my “team mates” bailed on me. (Losers!
LOL, I kid) That was pretty much the straw that broke this camel’s back.
DH and MIL insisted I go anyway, just to unwind and try
to put myself back together. It was a heavenly appointment, of that I’m now
sure!
I cried most of the 2 ½ hour drive, over just everything
that was seemingly going wrong. Sometimes, a long cry is just soul cleansing
for me. *shrugs* I don’t cry often, so when I DO, I usually go overboard!
After my night alone in a posh hotel, complete with room
service, and a way too long steamy hot shower, I finally felt some peace.
Then, this morning, I woke up before my alarm and got
myself ready for the race.
Almost as suddenly as the cool morning air hit my face,
so did the conviction and the voice of the Lord reminding me to not sweat the
small stuff.
Everywhere I looked, for as far as I could
see-literally-were women gathering together, rallying around, in honor of, and
in memory of loved ones, friends, and family that were and/or are battling
breast cancer! There were women, of all ages, proudly displaying their BALD
heads, and I felt like pond scum.
Here I was, crying like a crazy person over an untimely
hair CUT, and they were fighting for their lives and not even phased by the
beautiful baldness! *hangs head*
Perspective. Loud and clear!
Jogging those 3 miles were better than good church to me!
I fought tears, and lost to a few, during my run, but my soul was revived. My
eyes were opened. And I am thankful!
Kids will be kids! Things will happen, and just because they
don’t “go our way” or “fit our schedule” doesn’t mean it’s the end of our
world. That’s the perfect time to look around and instead of focusing on what’s
going wrong-we should look around to see what’s going right!
My family is healthy and happy and I’m regretful for
spending so much time stressing about the “little stuff”! After all, is this
NOT precious?!
Although I’m honestly still mourning the hair cut deep
down, this has taught me a valuable lesson!
What
lesson(s) have your little ones taught you lately?
