Sometimes when you have a rough time with a particular situation or event, it’s tough to go back to the “scene of the crime.” I am especially bad at this.
Since my mom and brother had to be air-evacuated after being thrown from a horse years ago, I’ve never gotten back on one. I just have no desire to re-visit the memories nor have the chance of that happening to me. If my kidlets have a bad experience at a park, it takes me a while to feel comfortable enough to attempt the park again.
I now have this same feeling about grocery shopping with Luke.
Yesterday we went back to our “scene of the crime,” but I went with reinforcements: the Husband. We needed to rip the band-aid off of the bad memories and hurt feelings.
I’m happy to say that things went much better this time and we all left with big smiles on our faces. Well, except for Luke who insisted on making a funny face.
After an awful start to the week, I’m glad that I can reflect on this week and remember all of the positive that I was able to glean from the crap. And trust me, it was crap.
I have an amazing support system between my family, friends, and YOU my lovely readers. I have a spunky four-year-old who is growing and learning to be more independent and we’ve come to a much better understanding. He still loves me and I will always, without fail, love every single piece of him.
How could I not smile today?
