Monday, May 2, 2011

Everyday Life: Fails

Life with small boys is a lesson in flexibility.

A practice in letting go of plans A, B and C and most of the time D, E and F, too.

{And as a strategic person, so says my Clifton Strengthsfinder resuts, it's a little irritating when all of my carefully laid plans and then all of my alternate routes, too, end up as detours.}

But there's something beautiful that happens when I just let go of the expectations and the routes I've mapped in my head.

Sometimes we go places I don't expect, physically and mentally and emotionally.

And it's good.

Like when a crabby toddler, who was not supposed to be crabby because I'd planned everything out so that he would NOT be cranky, falls asleep in his stroller 30 minutes after arriving at the zoo, a trip I'd intended to be a really fun, interactive learning experience where we'd bask in glorious sunshine while exploring the sounds and names of animals all while enjoying the company of friends.

Passed out

Plan failure.

I really thought about waking him up and pressing on trying to make my vision reality, but instead, I let the tension in my brow brought about by a failure of plans drain through a deep breath.

And we explored the exhibits by the leading of my very opinionated, very enamored preschooler instead, lingering longer than normally would have been possible had my squirmy, rambunctious E. had been awake.

We mamas actually had a lot of quality adult-talk time as our kiddos soaked up the animal exhibits.


And, also, in the most unlikeliest of places, overlooking the giraffes, my soul was stirred by words pressed against the backdrop of God's beautiful creation.


Nothing to know the body by

But its grace,

The way it bends the light

Nothing earth-shattering. No brilliant revelation afforded by the signs.

Just simple words that struck a chord inside of me, reminding that everything is a matter perspective.

Words {the sign, the conversation} I likely would have missed had E not been snoozing in the stroller, putting my original plans to rest, making me ponder if failures are actually gains in disguise.

Yup. It's all just a matter of perception.