No Crying Over Spilled Milk … Without fail it seems like it happens at every dinner meal. Yes, one of my two girls is going to knock over her glass. Each and every time they have a terrified look on their face. And, each and every time I say the same thing. “Get a towel and clean it up”. You would think by now that they would have realized that I don’t even care. It’s a simple concept: Clean it up, Get a new glass and Pour something in it.
What I don’t understand is the horror that is displayed on their faces after it happens. They both go straight into “the deer caught in the head lights” mode. Meanwhile the liquid is now underneath everyone’s plates and trickling onto the floor.
Then we get the sad, watery eyes. The youngest never knows when to cry. Trust me this is not the time for crying. Oh dear, do I have to teach them another lesson today? Okay, if I must. There is no need to cry over spilled milk. It’s not going back into the glass. It happened in the past and we know the results; the milk is all over my table and floor. Just clean up your mess and move on.
I really think that the girls are more amazed that I don’t throw a fit over the accident. At this point I don’t think it’s an accident. It’s almost as if they aim for the glass to watch for my reaction. My oldest is almost 16 and her sister is chopping chomping at the bit to be 9 years old. I really thought it was something that only my oldest went through. But, “without fail” her little sister is following in her footsteps. For fifteen years, I’ve never blinked an eye over spilled milk. Nope, not giving into that;. I’ve got bigger fish to fry.
Isn’t it funny how the little things throw us? A cup of milk or juice knocked over should not rock our world. In the time we could yell and scold them, it could be wiped up. At least that’s how I see it.
Cancer is the same way. It’s there, it’s already happened and I can’t sit and cry over the spilled milk of cancer. It is what it is. I simply continue to wipe up the mess that it leaves behind emotionally and physically. Instead I pour myself a “new day”. We all know the concept of the question: Is the glass half full or half empty? The pessimist sees it as half empty. The optimist sees it as half full. It's all in the attitude towards life.
People’s reaction to me being diagnosed with cancer is the same as spilled milk. They, without fail have the “deer caught in the head lights” look when they approach me.
Here’s a list of things that I am usually approached with: “How are you feeling?” "I love your new short hair cut ,” and, the best one yet, “What if this treatment doesn’t work?”
I want you all to remember my cup was FULL when I started!!!! I’m not knocking it over, nor will I let anyone else knock it over.
Yes, I am the women woman at every event that moves folks’ glasses so they don’t knock them over. I am too blessed to be frazzled by this mess, nor will I cry over spilled milk or cancer.
What I don’t understand is the horror that is displayed on their faces after it happens. They both go straight into “the deer caught in the head lights” mode. Meanwhile the liquid is now underneath everyone’s plates and trickling onto the floor.
Then we get the sad, watery eyes. The youngest never knows when to cry. Trust me this is not the time for crying. Oh dear, do I have to teach them another lesson today? Okay, if I must. There is no need to cry over spilled milk. It’s not going back into the glass. It happened in the past and we know the results; the milk is all over my table and floor. Just clean up your mess and move on.
I really think that the girls are more amazed that I don’t throw a fit over the accident. At this point I don’t think it’s an accident. It’s almost as if they aim for the glass to watch for my reaction. My oldest is almost 16 and her sister is chopping chomping at the bit to be 9 years old. I really thought it was something that only my oldest went through. But, “without fail” her little sister is following in her footsteps. For fifteen years, I’ve never blinked an eye over spilled milk. Nope, not giving into that;. I’ve got bigger fish to fry.
Isn’t it funny how the little things throw us? A cup of milk or juice knocked over should not rock our world. In the time we could yell and scold them, it could be wiped up. At least that’s how I see it.
Cancer is the same way. It’s there, it’s already happened and I can’t sit and cry over the spilled milk of cancer. It is what it is. I simply continue to wipe up the mess that it leaves behind emotionally and physically. Instead I pour myself a “new day”. We all know the concept of the question: Is the glass half full or half empty? The pessimist sees it as half empty. The optimist sees it as half full. It's all in the attitude towards life.
People’s reaction to me being diagnosed with cancer is the same as spilled milk. They, without fail have the “deer caught in the head lights” look when they approach me.
Here’s a list of things that I am usually approached with: “How are you feeling?” "I love your new short hair cut ,” and, the best one yet, “What if this treatment doesn’t work?”
I want you all to remember my cup was FULL when I started!!!! I’m not knocking it over, nor will I let anyone else knock it over.
Yes, I am the women woman at every event that moves folks’ glasses so they don’t knock them over. I am too blessed to be frazzled by this mess, nor will I cry over spilled milk or cancer.
2 comments:
Hi--I am the (grown) woman who actually spills the milk/wine/soda/water whatever, and then I seem to break the glass as well. I can always get another glass! I know you get my meaning! tt
What a great attitude to have...Keep your spirits "UP" RiRi
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