The Bowl

The first day of my year did not get off to a resounding start full of fun, watching football, and eating black eyed peas. Instead, I had a horrible night's sleep because Jeremy was up a lot sick. I ended up having both kids at church by myself and there was no relaxing Sunday afternoon nap in my future.

My energy level stayed up pretty well until about 6:00 pm which is when I could tell I was getting a little grumpy with my family and their bedtime could not come soon enough. I was sensing that I was going to need to pull some grace and energy that I felt was not there at all from some unknown source just to physically make it.

Any moms out there remember some tired days like this?

{I realize how whiny I sound right now but hang in here with me. I have a point.}

I made a quick dinner for the kids. I did something I never do. I put Isabella's in one of my favorite pasta bowls. My sister called and I got distracted while talking to her. I left the kids eating in the kitchen so I could hear my sister better.

Then, this huge crash came from the kitchen.

I knew immediately what had happened and my heart sank a little.

My favorite discontinued, really expensive to replace pasta bowl was in pieces all over the floor!

The little girl in the high chair seemed to have no idea of the sadness she created.

I tried to tell her how wrong her actions were. I tried to explain to Jeremy how hard/expensive it would be to replace. I tried to share all my frustrations for the moment but Isabella just sat there in her "I have no worries"state and was ready for me to let her get out of her chair.

While Jeremy sweetly cleaned up the disaster, I just had to walk away for a moment. That just seemed like the cherry on top to a tiring day.

I heard Chase say something while I walked past his room that slapped me out of my selfish moment so fast.

Chase has conversations with himself and he mumbles to himself a lot. Usually, it is about a concert or a band so I do not always listen to him. 

This time, I did.

Chase said, "You know if she were not here then she would have never broken Mama's bowl and Mama would not be upset. If she had not been born, then Mama's bowl would have never been broken."

WHAT????

I jumped back into his room and asked him to repeat what he just said. He did and I felt such remorse.

A bowl. A dumb old bowl made my son think that because of my reaction.

I got on my knees and grabbed his hands. I told him about forgiveness. How Isabella is way more important than any bowl. She is just a baby and she does not understand completely that her actions were wrong so we need to just give her grace and forgive.I told him that it was all my fault really because I should not have given her the bowl to begin with. Then, I asked him to forgive me for overreacting and being grumpy.

He said, "Mama, I love you. I forgive Bella. I forgive you. Let's play."

{Sidenote: Don't you wish everyone could forgive and get over something that quickly?}

I could not play at the time. I had to thank Jeremy for cleaning up the mess and help him finish the cleaning job then I had to pick my baby up.

I just held her and feeling ridiculous how I reacted to a bowl breaking.

Yeah, I was exhausted from the day and the bowl was a special wedding gift to me but it was my fault for giving it to a baby in the first place.

I looked at this....

which is one of the three I have left.

Then, I looked at this...

My Gift from God sporting her new plastic high heels.

Yep, I just need a quick reality check on priorities, invest in some plastic bowls, and get a good night's sleep.