I Need a Valentine's Day Box
You hear the stories about kids coming to you on a Tuesday night about a project and {gasp} they haven't started it and it's due the next morning.
In Ellie's 4 years of school, we haven't had this happen until the evening of February 13th. And it wasn't a project that was due, it was a Valentine's Day box.
Tuesdays are late nights for us as Ellie has gymnastics until 7:30 pm so the evening consists of shower, dinner, and bedtime. As we walked into the house she shared that she doesn't have a Valentine's Day box for the next day...
"Ummm I don't recall seeing anything about that and it's too late to do anything now". I heard a little grumbling, but she went about her shower, dinner, and finalization of her Valentine's Day cards (bless, Canva, and stock card paper).
And I'll admit my inbox gets a bit overwhelming at times, but I was almost certain I didn't see any Valentine's Day plans in the weekly school newsletter and I went back to actually check and notta thing. Yes, I needed to verify!
The next morning we arrive at school and one of the girls excitedly tells Ellie to put her Valentine's Day box over by the pink sign...
Ellie and I look at each other, like, okay, yup, this is a thing.
"Sorry sis, I didn't see anything about it. But here, let's see if I have anything."
I proceed to open the back hatch of my SUV...
Have you ever watched Let's Make A Deal? That's what this felt like!
I pulled out a bug catcher...she said it was too small.
I help up a bird feeder....definitely too small.
I pulled out a 60-count box of Bic pens from my workshop...she just stared at me.
I dumped the pens into the bag and folded down the flaps. "Here! You can use this and if you have time you can put some construction paper around it for decoration!"
She just stared and me and we both kind of laughed and as she walked away she reminded me of how embarrassing I am. She clearly hasn't realized that that is part of my job as a parent, but maybe one day she will.
Fast forward to last night when I met her at my dad's for dinner. I immediately asked with a big ol smile..."How was your box?!"
To which she replied..."Well, it wasn't the worst one. Some had an amazing decorated one and some just had a plastic bag."
And then she shared all the Valentine's Day cards that fit almost perfectly in the box.
What went from a bit of an issue to a very embarrassing situation turned out to be just fine.
How many times does that happen in a week? For me, at least once. I feel it's going to be a huge issue and then it turns out just fine...thank you, brain, for being the culprit of this!
It could be an unrealistic expectation of how something looks and what people will think or how quickly I feel like something needs to be turned around.
Have you ever experienced this?