Sometimes I act like a 6-year-old
Life doesn’t always go my way.
I should have learned that by this point in my life.
Thankfully, I live with a 6 year-old who teaches me some of life’s greatest lessons.
Shawna had a miserable morning. She desperately wanted to do something. Mom said no. That’s how I got involved. She thought Dad might be more sympathetic to her situation. I wasn’t. I listened to her rationale about her need to do what she wanted to do. I offered to play with her but she rebutted, arguing that she needed a drink of milk and couldn’t play with Dad until she got that drink. I tried to understand but the more we talked the more I realized something: it all came down to her.
Her world had come to an abrupt halt at the moment she was denied the opportunity to do what she wanted to do. At the same time the rest of our family members carried on doing what we were doing. The world continued to spin.
It was at that point that I realized, I was acting the same way as Shawna. I had been inwardly sulking about something that didn’t go my way. I was acting just like my daughter only in a grown-up-kind-of-way. I made a mental shift right then and there. I changed my perspective. I stopped pouting and accepted that life doesn’t always have to go my way.
