Has there ever been a time when you almost missed something extraordinary, caught up in your own anxiety or pain? How did you push yourself back into the present, out of your own head?
For Christmas, on a year with
hardly a budget to spend, I splurged and bought Ricardo a new game he had been
wanting. He had been busy between working full time and finishing up his BS and
a superfluous amount of group projects and helping with the youth group and
easing in to parenthood, I thought it would give him something to enjoy between
semesters. It had been on an end cap at Target and in the giving mood, it made
its way in to the cart and home with me.
I cannot recall exactly how it
transpired anymore but my mom had also purchased the game, on a different
platform and told me ahead of time. Knowing this, I wrapped the game up and
tucked it under the tree with the intentions of letting him chose which would
be the one he liked best and returning the other.
As the package was unwrapped and
the title excitedly exposed, I let him know of the choice and he made it,
deciding on the other platform, agreeing we would return the one I had
purchased. My mom brought the game over later, as we exchanged a few gifts and hugs
and cinnamon rolls, enjoying Penny's first Christmas.
And finally, Ricardo's family from
out of state came by with presents and laughter and more exchanging of cinnamon
rolls. Conversations went on and in talking with his brother both of the games
were opened. I sat there in disbelief and frustration, as we agreed we would
return one.
You said you wanted the other one. I reminded Ricardo. We were going to return that one.
His brother just looked at me,
game in hand, unable to be returned.
I tried not to let it bother me. His
brother had no idea what was going on, nor did my in laws but clearly the
tension could be cut with a knife as the packaging plastic was unraveled from
around the case.
My chest tightened and
frustration set in as I regretted my whimsical decision to purchase the game. I could have let my mom exchange the one she
had for the one he wanted if he decided on the other platform. He could have waited one more day to play
it. Thoughts ran over in my head.
I hardly remember the rest of the
visit, as I settled in to frustration over the situation, not wanting to give
in to it but not knowing how to let go of the annoyance and money lost.
After my in laws left, we sat on
the floor in Penny's room as she crawled around in the burgundy dress I had
sewn for her that matched the bow headband I had crocheted for her to wear on
her first Christmas. This was not how I had hoped or thought it would be
celebrated.
Confrontation between us is not
common and this one surfaced so quickly it caught me off guard, like a few
years before when he accidentally threw our clothes away during our Weird California inspired road trip,
mistaking them for garbage at our first campsite.
There on the floor, he apologized
and reminded me of the my choice to be frustrated or to forgive and enjoy the
rest of the day, in his usual calm and collected manor. Reminding me I had a
choice to shut down and be angry or carpe diem and savor what was left. And so
I tried my best to let it dissolve as we drove over to the Christmas
celebration with his extended family, still a little mad but not letting it
determine the remainder of the day.
I almost missed out on the joy of
Penny's first Christmas because of a silly game and its monetary value. I
almost missed out on the celebration of Jesus' birth and rare quality time with
family because of one decision and miscommunication.
Perspective and people and
listening have a way of getting us out of our own heads and of course God continuing
to work in us. It also helps to have a husband who can see the bigger picture (most
of the time) who can remind of better things.
Here's to getting out of our own heads and past anxiety and pain.
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