I love when my kids remind me of important things. Especially when it’s important as in this is how you might do life.
I recently bought a supply of wite-out pens and I kind of love them. So handy. While I don’t mind crossing things out when they change and need re-scheduling, it irks me when I write something in the wrong place to begin with. Wite-out to the rescue.
The other day I was writing something in my planner and I started writing what was meant for Saturday in the Sunday block. I reached inside my desk drawer for the handy wite-out pen, but my daughter – who happened to be standing there – stopped me. Said wait. Gently took my pen. And changed my misplaced letters into a flower.
A simple mistake transformed.
I kissed her. I thanked her. Then I said to myself, why didn’t I think of that? I used to do that very thing all the time! When did I forget to turn simple mistakes into flowers?
I don’t know when or why or how I forgot that trick. And what’s the use in beating myself up? I know again; and I’m grateful my daughter helped me to remember. Also? I now have a sweet flower on the twenty-first of January. I’ll see that flower whenever I flip back to that week.
We all make mistakes. In the planner, in the kitchen, in the office. We can reach for the wite-out. Or we can shape a flower. Sometimes the wite-out is appropriate. But, more often than not, I think gathering a bouquet is the way to go.
Sending a little love your way, m