Live to the Max

We’ve all had a “bad day,” right?

Wrong.

Sure, you think you’ve had a “bad day” because you were caught in traffic, lost keys, or had a confrontational exchange with a co-worker.

Perhaps your kids were especially hyper or combative with one another.

Maybe it was something simple like a lingering headache.

Sure, I used to think I had “bad days” too, and for many of the same reasons.

Stress, discomfort, or exhaustion all seemed like valid reasons to label the day as “bad.”

But let me ask you, at the end of each of these “bad days,” did you lay your head on your pillow knowing each of your children were safe and sound?

Were you able to hold them, speak with them, and exchange I love you’s?

If the answer is yes…sorry…but those weren’t “bad days.”

I used to think I had “bad days.”

But I was wrong. I didn’t have the perspective I have now.

I now know, those were good days, I just didn’t know it yet.

I would happily relive my worst day if it meant I could hold him…if it meant I could see him smile…

I’d take anything a “bad day” could throw at me.

Absolutely anything.

I would expect that any of these inconveniences, that once had me pulling out my hair, would seem silly now, laughable even.

There is simply no former version of stress, discomfort, or exhaustion that can compare the experience of grieving over your child.

I’m such a stupid woman.

There I was, in the very center of the best days of my life, while so brazenly labeling them as “bad days” because of some stupid thing I can’t even remember now.

What a fool.

Please. If your child is still able to annoy you, inconvenience you, or overwhelm you, you are not at liberty to say you have had a “bad day.”

Not in my book anyway.

That? That’s a good day. Don’t mislabel it…and don’t mishandle it.

From the bottom of my heart…I hope you have a good day.