“Things will get messy at times and that’s okay,” articles on parenting always say. But when things don’t go according to plan, the second part of that statement sometimes gets thrown out of the window.
This morning, I found myself almost at my wit’s end when the much-awaited Easter egg hunt turned out to be a series of unfortunate events. This tragicomedy started with a frazzled mom unintentionally breaking one of the uncooked eggs and ended with a flustered little boy refusing to continue painting after accidentally dropping one of the two remaining eggs.
When I walked into the bedroom hours later, fragments of painted eggshells scattered on the desk greeted me.
“The best laid schemes of Mice and Men, oft go awry,” they seemed to say.
I looked at the little boy intently peeling an egg and asked, “Are you happy?”
“Yes!” he replied with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
And with that, all traces of disappointment (his and mine) were completely erased.