I have posted before about the morning madness around here. The good news is that it is getting so much better. I think there are two factors that are helping: I am waking up earlier to get in some meditation time, and I am approaching getting Sami dressed as a game, thanks to a tip by Man on the Horizon.
This morning, though it was a Saturday, I thought about how to make pants enticing to a three year-old. The pants danced their way across the floor, and Sami collapsed in giggles. He was also willing to wear them. I am starting to learn that while no one thing “works,” when trying to entice my son into doing something like putting on pants or eating veggies, when we approach the tasks of life with joy and treat them as a game, we all feel (and act) a little more civilized.
Yesterday morning, I had gotten us into our clothes, coats, and into the car. My travel coffee mug was filled. My lunch and Sami’s were packed - check. The car was all loaded up. I was feeling pretty darn good about myself.
Sami’s school is doing a Thanksgiving food drive for a local homeless shelter, and Sami’s class was tasked with bringing cornbread mix. I made a special point of picking up five boxes of mix, and had them all ready to go to drop off at school. As I bundled us in, I put the bag of cornbread mixes on top of the car, and then drove off, oblivious.
As I was about to turn left onto Georgia Avenue, someone honked — a lot!
“Geez, I wasn’t driving THAT slow,” I thought, completely irritated.
Then as I was stopped at the stoplight about half a mile down the street, a woman pointed out the miraculous cornbread mix that remained on top of the car. She walked over and plucked the bag off the roof and handed it to me. I thanked her, sheepishly. The people in the car next to me were laughing at me.
That got me to thinking. When that person honked at me back there, I made an assumption. I assumed that he or she was irritated with me for not making the left turn fast enough. Instead, this individual was merely trying to alert me to the presence of cornbread on the roof of my car. Based on my assumption, I reacted with anger and irritation. If I had known the real motivation behind the honking, I would have reacted with gratitude and happiness.
The whole experience was a little “dharma nugget” in that I realized how much I go through life reacting strongly to things that are nothing but illusion. The cornbread mix miracle has helped me to realize a few other things:
While I have come a long way in a short time with the morning routine, I still need to slow down a little more;
Miracles are woven into the fabric of our everyday lives. It’s all in how we choose to look at it.
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