I was having a shit day.
And, the floor needed to be mopped.
That’s when my 5 year old walked in. “I want to mop! I want to mop”. Now, I didn’t want her help for two reasons:
- The 30 second mop job I planned to do was going to turn into an hour long circus act (yet again);
- I was having a shit day.
But, her cuteness and my mood had me handing over the bucket full of water and the mop.
That’s when I did something stupid. I sat down to relax.
Next thing, I hear a loud bang! My daughter had single handedly managed to tip the bucket over and flood the kitchen!
I ran up to her and shouted “Look what you have done! I told you that this would happen”.
She looked sad. Sad and scared. And disappointed.
My instinct was to take back what I had said to her.
My heart told me that I was allowed to have reacted the way I did.
While these two parts of me had a 1 minute battle, her little voice kept saying “I’m sorry Mama”. She said it about 900 times.
I made the decision on the spot: GO WITH YOUR HEART!
I picked her up, put a blanket around her and rocked her like a baby, while silently promising myself never to fall for her charms again.
Then, I forgave myself. And mopped up that damn floor!