We got some really distressing news this morning about the child of a close friend who was just diagnosed with leukemia. But yet we let our own kids continue to haunt us all day, because we ARE only human and the stress just made us snap.
But the stress of what exactly?
Contending with three whiny, willful and wayward kids? Makes me feel so incredibly guilty. Like, how can we let the nonsense bother us when our friend’s child is undergoing aggressive treatments to cure a potentially life-threatening disease? Why can’t we hold it together better? Why can’t we be grateful they are physically able to give us a run for our money?
I hate that I can’t rise above and focus on what’s really important. It’s really a wake-up call. We need to be grateful for everything good in our lives, everyday, because if it is challenged at some point, we can never travel into the past to change our experiences. We have to embrace every moment and ignore the small stuff. Because it really IS small stuff.