Unfortunately it became clear that one shoe was missing and none of the other pairs would do. My poor little 5yo actually couldn’t respond to Mum’s incessant yelling...there were no “shoes”.
Since then I have kept catching a glimpse of the single shoe as it waits for its partner to resurface. I am reminded each time of my desperate desire to see an outcome that was missing a vital piece. How often do I do that everyday? Frustrations are directed towards people when actually there are pieces of the puzzle missing. Things outside my control. Things outside their control. Find the missing pieces; solve the puzzle; frustration quelled. Sometimes just realising a piece is missing can be enough.
What are the missing pieces in your day? What makes you rage like I did? And who’s on the end of it? Today I wrote my son an apology note, “Sorry for yelling at you when you were getting ready for school. Please forgive me. I love you! Mummy.” I plan to put it in his school lunchbox on Monday. I’ve never done that before, but for some reason I feel like this is an important moment for him. For me too.
