lesson from my 6-year-old
In an on-going attempt to keep life simple, I try to plan our days with a minimum of scheduled activities. However, my "to do" list for Thursday had taken on a life of its own, which was barely leaving time for diaper changes or nursing.
Drive Cameron to school, meeting at school, Mommy and Me Yoga, doctor appointment for Jackson, grocery shop, pick Cameron up from school, take Cameron to soccer practice, dinner, bath, bed...
As I was blindly getting ready on this over-scheduled Thursday morning, I realized that I had forgotten to restock my contact lenses supply and that my outdated glasses from two prescriptions ago weren't strong enough to drive with. Suddenly, my day was unraveling before my eyes— couldn't see!
Always conscious to by a positive role model, I was struggling miserably to keep my cool as I searched the same empty contact packages in desperate pursuit of a new lens. Apparently I was doing a poor job of maintaining my composure.
Cameron poked his head into the bathroom and said in a timid voice, "Mommy, this is exactly what we're talking about in school."
"What, no contact lenses?" I hissed.
"No, your emotional elevator is too high. You need to bring it down so you can think with your wizard brain," explained Cameron. "Right now you're thinking with your lizard brain, and that's why you keep looking in the same place for your contacts."
Okay, I was having a grownup, somewhat controlled, temper tantrum, and my child was offering advice. It was both adorable and maddening at the same time, but the lesson was clear: get over it. I needed Cameron to see just how easy it can be to take a deep breath and let a frustrating situation go. I thought I was doing a good job simmering down when my small guru returned with a summation of my progress. "Good job, Mommy. Now you're about half-way up. What you really want is for your elevator to come ALL the way down."
I love Cameron. Although I did miss yoga on that dreadful yet insightful Thursday, I know that I received an invaluable lesson from my 6-year-old.