When a Mistake Becomes a Flower

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 flower.

 

A simple mistake transformed.

 

Brilliant.

 

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.

 

Yes?

 

Sending a little love your way, m

 

 

20 thoughts on “When a Mistake Becomes a Flower

  1. This made me smile because it reminded me of how I used to turn mistakes into little pictures when I was in high school. I had forgotten about that. Isn’t it wonderful when our children teach us how to make lemonade out of lemons?

    I’ve not heard of with-out pens, I am definitely going to check your link! xx

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