Perspective

Sitting in my sons’ school gym watching Ice Age Continental Drift. If I were to be totally honest with you, I was not all that excited to be here. Not only because after work all I want to do is be out of my clothes and in the comfort of our home. But also because I have this thing about germs and public places and The Captain is not with me, the boys are sitting with their friends and I’m alone…sitting on a hard plastic chair, not very sure what to do with myself.

I look up and across the gym, all these kids are in their pjs (some parents are also, but that’s a different story), with their stuffies, pillow pets, pillows, blankets and sleeping bags. And while this isn’t really my schtick I think to myself ‘ignore the fact that these pillows etc are on the gym floor and will end up on someone’s bed tonight, these kids are here and happy and are enjoying the movie and their friends’ company.’

Any parent from Sandy Hook would give anything to have this moment. This. Very. Moment. I’m immediately reminded that it’s a matter of perspective. I can either relish and be a part of this moment – these 88 mins – or I could be thinking of all the other things I could be doing if I were at home.

So even though I’m still sitting here and the boys are over on the other side of the gym with their friends, I’m grateful that were here together and that they’re happy. Cause at the end of the day that’s what matters most. I don’t ever want to say ‘I wish I would have enjoyed these times with them more’

Back to watching the movie…