Sometimes, it really is all about how you choose to view life and with what perspective you view what is happening. We had just such a morning in my house yesterday. A day when it became very clear that how you choose to see the world affects who you are! A good perspective can truly brighten your day.
Yesterday morning was just a morning and it was like any other morning. Three kids, one dog and one bearded dragon to wake, feed and situate for the day. The kids obviously need more care than the dog and the dragon so I started earlier with them. Our breakfast request for the day was waffles and bacon so I started my morning mixing batter and frying the bacon while kids were still sleeping.
It didn't take long for the smell in the air to bring children to the breakfast counter and by the time I had my first waffle ready, I also had my middle child waiting for a plate. And, as usual, he put in his regular request for some red juice...it happens to be cran-pomegranate but the flavor is not what makes this story great.
The beauty in my morning came when my middle child, who happens to be my spectrum child as well, unexpectedly spilled his juice across the kitchen counter and onto the breakfast chairs and then splashed down to the white tiled floor. After apologizing immensely with many rounds of "I'm sorry", he kept eating and I ran for a mop. At the same time, I started running some hot water knowing I would need something strong to cut through the sticky off the floor. Waiting for the sink to fill, I nervously began watching the dog who although was trying to clean up the juice was also walking in the middle of the red sticky and spreading her red sticky paws about the floor. In my "mom" mind, I could see red sticky paw prints almost EVERYWHERE...so I quickly moved the chairs out of the way and turned on more kitchen light so I could better see the sticky. Just then, as I am quickening my game plan so as to lessen the red sticky about the house, my boy says to me, "Wow, mom, look at the red sparkles on the floor!" His voice is excited and his face is smiling so I look at where he is pointing and ..sure enough....he is absolutely right. The floor is colorful and sparkling beautifully with all the red juice on the tile. If I looked at it through his eyes...it was gorgeous and sparkling in the kitchen light. What a boy.
In my mom mind, all I saw was red sticky getting ready to travel unkindly around the floors of the house but, my son, my eleven year old wonder, was able to once again show me life through his eyes and open my "mom" eyes to a more beautiful perspective.
Love that boy. Life truly is about how you choose to see it. Thanks to him, I am seeing life in a brighter shade of red sparkles :)!
