Last week we left our friends and family again to make the trip back home to Mexico. As I sat in the airport listening to another announcement of a flight delay, I looked at Allie. There she was: happy as a lark, playing with her baby doll, and wearing a smile. I decided then that I would try to be more like her. It’s a good thing I made that plan early in our trip–because we arrived home a full 24 hours after we should have.
The thing is, life doesn’t always go the way we plan, but everything has a way of working out. It often doesn’t work out the way we wanted, but what does that matter in the end? This has been a common theme of this blog. I make plans. They don’t work out. I make more plans. They don’t work out. Then I get surprised by the better ending to a chapter in my story.
Today we came home from school, and Victor was away working. It is nearly 100 degrees here, and I became a little frustrated. Allie was digging in the bag, then she looked up and said, “Nope! No key!” When I asked her if she would like to go get a special drink at Starbucks, she said, “Oh, yes! That sounds good!” I love that my sweet girl is too young to complain about the heat, being locked out, Mama not being responsible, etc. She just goes with it.
Often we hear people talk about seeing the world through a child’s eyes–my little two year old has taught me the most important lesson. I haven’t fussed at my husband, complained (out loud), or pouted about not being about to get inside our house until 7 tonight. I am just going to go with it. After all, if you can’t change it, you might as well accept it!