Today my motivation comes straight from my 10 yr. old; who has shown me once again that in life you have to roll with the punches.
I just got an email from her teacher. It included the cryptic message: Lily wants to know if you will bring her a pair of shorts to the school.
Hmmmm. No explanation. No reason why. Just to bring her a pair of shorts.
My brain automatically was going a million miles an hour coming up with possibilities of reasons why more shorts would be needed.
Perhaps she ripped them. Maybe they didn't make dress code. Did she spill something on them? Was there a spot on them?
So, I jumped in the car and immediately took the shorts to the office where they proceeded to call her down and let her know her mom was waiting for her.
When she walked into the office she had a smile on her face. Good sign, right?
Well, she told me how she had an incriminating mark on the "butt" of her pants. She turned around and showed me and sure enough she looked like she had pooped her pants.
Apparently, her BFF noticed first thing this morning and like any good BFF would do wrapped her sweatshirt around her waist. Giving up her clothes to console her friend. If that isn't a good best friend I don't know what is.
So I asked Lily if her friend had given her the sweatshirt before everyone had seen the spot. Her reply: No, mom. EVERYONE saw it. They were pointing at it. I tried to tell them is was just paint but everyone said it looked like poop.
I helped her change and asked her if she was going to be okay. I mean I know if it had been me I would have been in the nurses office with a cool rag on my head sobbing. And after my mom had helped me change I would have clung to her and insisted on taking the rest of the day off. I would have cried uncontrollably probably making myself vomit. Then my mom would have carted me to the psychologist to get me a child size dose of Valium. I would have made every argument as to why she needed to home school me. To that she would have laughed and I would have cried harder and flung myself on every surface insisting I could NEVER EVER show my face in the 3rd grade again.
But that was me at 10. Pure drama.
Her? Not so much.
She just laughed. And told me not to be silly. That she was fine. She had her BFF. Emma would have her back. Anyway, she knew it wasn't poop and that is all that mattered.
Yep, my 10 yr. old once again has shown me that sometimes in life you just have to roll with the punches.
Life Lesson Of The Day: Always check the seat of your pants before leaving the house. In case you forget and there is a stain on your pants: Learn to laugh at the situation. Roll with it. It is all about how you react.