don't cry over spilt milk (and other life accidents)

eXtreme Challenge #4: look at a problem through a child's lens.

I am a bit behind on my post but was stopped in my tracks literally last night when a lady was driving in a hurry to pick up her son from daycare.  Her lack of time management resulted in her crashing into my passenger side door. I don't know that I have been more scared in my life especially since my son was in the car. Seeing a car come at you like that gives you 3-4 seconds of clarity about life and what is important.  Mom and son are fine thanks to my trusty German engineered auto (I've said it before on Facebook - it is the safest thing around-if you are in the market for a car please reach out) but as she hit me I noticed something.  I screamed STOP while my son was not phased by the whole thing. I was scared, angry, annoyed. This woman on her phone took away my time.  It was cold. I love my car that was now ruined.  We have to now take it in. I was hungry. Blah blah - the list goes on.  But my son. He only cares about the real stuff. We were not hurt. Hardly felt anything. Mom was not crying.  So what is the issue. Life was, for him, OK. It was just spilt milk momma.

And it is OK.  Better than OK. It is divine.


I once read that the two people in car accidents are energy forces that are a like and attract. The book suggests that in some way you wanted the accident to happen. Can't remember the book, and not sure I believe that and I sure know I didn't want to be in a car accident with my son in the car ever!  But I do believe the Universe rises up to meet you and feel the accident was there to teach me that all of the day to day stuff really doesn't matter. My son helped me to see that. And I walked away from it with peace.

In the police station my son did start to get fussy and I asked what's the matter: "MOM - I gotta go potty!"  And there you have it. That is worth crying over!