The words of my two-year old when she wants us to get a few things ironed out.
She makes sure we’re eye to eye, really close, and alternates between holding my face in her hands and taking a step back to point at me as she gets her point across with gusto.
“I’m so sorry, Mama. That was my fault,” was the line that struck me today.
She’s a two-year old so she often comes in full throttle with her thoughts and feelings, but when she’s wrong and she’s sorry, she does that with guns blazing too.
Comparing that to most adults, we might admit we’re wrong, but we usually downplay it. “My bad.” “That’s on me.” “I messed up.” “I guess I didn’t understand what I was supposed to do.”
There’s something refreshing about, “I’m sorry. That is my fault. I won’t do it again.”
Do you admit to being/doing wrong?
What do you say?
A woman I know reminds me of the cat with nine lives. She’s had more crazy things than a dozen people put together. She’s still alive, and not just alive, but JOYFUL. Every time i see her she’s smiling from ear to ear, she’s laughing about something. I don’t know about you, but cancer and joyful don’t naturally fit into one sentence for me. They do for her.
She’s joyful. That’s her vibe in life.
Makes me wonder. What’s your vibe in life? What’s mine?
Do we constantly see the joy in the world? Find it in all the nooks and crannies?
Maybe our vibe is sadness and we see that everywhere.
Maybe our vibe is knowledge and we see all there is to learn everywhere we look.
Maybe our vibe is adventure and we view the world as one expedition after another.
Maybe our vibe is bitterness.
Maybe our vibe is anger.
Maybe our vibe is frustration.
If you had to fill in the blank, what’s your vibe?
She was two people behind me in the checkout line at the grocery store. That was until the woman immediately behind me ushered her in between us because she only had a package of boneless chicken breasts.
I glanced over and saw that she had one item. Faster than I could catch myself I was walking toward her asking for her chicken.
She wanted to defend her raw chicken. I could tell by the look on her face that she was leery of letting me take it. Hesitantly she surrendered it.
I turned toward the cashier and handed him the chicken, asking if he would swipe it next. As if he forgot his entire purpose in life in that moment, he also hesitated and stopped his rhythmic swiping of items, but quickly got the idea. Keep swiping. Yes, keep swiping.
He swiped the chicken and handed it back to me.
I turned and handed the woman her chicken with a smile and, “have a nice day.”
I’m a firm believer that we should consistently look for opportunities to bless people, and the checkout line is one of the easiest places! Go into the 7 items or less line and pay for someone’s milk and bread! It’s such a rush.
Lest this sounds like I’m patting myself on the back, I’m not. I was in motion and asking for the woman’s chicken before I even realized what I was doing myself. It was instinctual and logical that I would buy her chicken. It wasn’t until it was over that I realized how nice that must have been for her, and in retrospect, how nice it was for me.