Coming from a big city, I’m no stranger to the hustle and bustle, however, when you throw two small children into the mix, it can become a bit chaotic. One morning, as I’m rushing to get the kids and myself ready, and out the door on time, for school and work (which rarely happens), my three year old son decides to have a meltdown because he didn’t want to wear the pants I took out for him. On top of that, my five year old is crying because she can't find her school shoes (which, by the way, were right next to her bed!). Meanwhile, I’m about to blow a gasket because I'm unable to relate to having a meltdown over a pair of pants and over tears for "missing" shoes, but then I stepped back for a second and LET GO.
I released all the feelings of wanting to have a smooth run oiled machine, I call my family. I started to realize that little man is going to have his meltdown (he’s three...they’re irrational at this age) but I can choose not to be sucked into it. And, if Ladybug couldn’t find her shoes (or my psychic abilities weren’t in tune--I say this in jest) we would have just gone to school with a different pair of shoes, and simply asked for her to be excused (they wear uniforms). In the end, I made a choice to be at peace with those morning antics. I know that everything doesn’t have to go as perfectly as I would like it to be. I can find peace, in spite of the chaos that surrounds me.
How do you find peace in the midst of your chaos?