Things don’t always happen the way we expect, do they? Yesterday, I had planned to spend the day with my youngest daughter, Grace, going to pick up a new (old) mid-century modern cabinet I had purchased for some of my antique dishes. It was supposed to be a relaxing day, with quality mommy/daughter time. The trip itself went well, and we took our time going to other fun little shops, produce stands, and had a nice big breakfast in a little diner that time seemed to have forgotten in a tiny little town along the way. We definitely mad a day of it!
We returned home and unloaded the cabinet by ourselves with only one small mishap….Grace bumped her funny bone on the brick wall while carrying the bottom part of the cabinet. I was so worried that she had really hurt herself (she broke her arm twice when she was little, and it occasionally still bothers her). But she was okay, and we decided to just take it easy the rest of the day since we were pretty tired.
But having a mother who was a bit manic when it came to putting things in place, I felt an urgency to get my dishes into the cabinet right away to make it look nice. After all, it wouldn’t take long, and then I could really rest. It wasn’t like I was going anywhere, right?
I was putting some things away, rearranging some pieces, and lifted a crystal bowl. It broke into pieces, and one piece sliced open my thumb. The pain was excruciating. It wasn’t a wide gash (fortunately, I have tiny hands), but it was deep, and bleeding a lot. I did manage to catch the pieces of what was left of the bowl without it shattering all over the floor. I screamed, cursed, and ran to the sink to wash it. I could tell from the pain that it was deep, and later found out that it was more of a puncture from the angle of the glass.
Grace and I hopped back in the car, and she drove me to Urgent Care (much faster than the Emergency Room…..we may still be there if we had chosen that route!). After getting the blood stopped, the wound cleaned, and an option of stitches (I chose not to have them, and instead, I have glue and antiseptic to keep MRSA at bay, and I had to get a tetanus shot), we were headed back home. Needless to say, this was not how we had planned to spend a couple of hours.
We were both exhausted, and didn’t expect this unfortunate event, but as I always try to remind myself….things can always be worse! There’s always something to be thankful for! I finished putting away my dishes, and am very happy with my cabinet. I still got to spend time with Grace, even if it was at Urgent Care (she helped me fill out the forms). The glass missed tendons, even if it hit an artery….once the bleeding stopped, it was more manageable. I didn’t have a ton of shattered glass to pick up when I got home. I avoided stitches, even though it may have been a good idea to avoid scarring.
I’ve known so many people who lose their minds when something doesn’t go as planned. Sure, it’s an inconvenience…..sometimes a BIG inconvenience. But what good does it do if we get angry and start complaining or taking it out on people around us? What does it accomplish? In my experience, it only makes those around us feel horrible, and why would we want to do that? Even as my thumb was hurting, my daughter and I were making jokes with the nurse in the exam room….he even teased about finding a pair of scissors big enough to amputate!
My husband tells me all the time that I have a positive attitude. I try, even though I sometimes worry and get sad. I really do try to see the positive side of people and situations most of the time. I try to make the best of bad or uncomfortable events in life. I now have another story/memory about spending the day with Grace, and getting my new cabinet. I’m glad she was there to help me when I needed help. Learn to appreciate everything, whether it’s silly, unexpected, painful, routine, or even scary. We can learn from every event in life.
So even though the day didn’t turn out the way we thought it would, it was a great day! May you find something positive about each day!