The other night I was giving my daughter a bath and had to pull out a new towel. By the time it had taken me to turn my back and pull out a new towel, my daughter had taken her cup and spilled water all over the side of the tub and onto the floor. Now, my initial reaction to all that water and suds was horror. I mean, now I was going to have to clean all this up! Come on, baby girl!
The look on her face was pure joy and even though I knew I should say something to her about making messes at this point it was all over anyway, and I just couldn’t seem to get super mad when looking at her as she happily pointed to out to me that she had made a mess. I think she must have felt some kind of sense of accomplishment for whatever she had in mind when she dumped the cup of water over the side and she just didn’t see how I could be mad about that.
It got me thinking about the times in my life when I had a certain plan for how something should have happened and then fate stepped in and made a huge mess in my life.
Perhaps it was a horrible mess, but there was good that came out of those messes, so I guess I should be grateful. Has that ever happened to you? Have you ever found some silver lining in a huge mess?