Daily Pompt: Think about something that drives you crazy. Now, think about something that makes you happy. Does it change your perspective?
For this weeks Monday Motivation I shared scripture about the great impact our thoughts have on our actions, and the decisions we choose to make in this life. On Tuesday the Holy Spirit brought those verses right back to my remembrance (thank you Lord!) In the midst of what could’ve been a massive mommy meltdown…
We were on the road by 4am yesterday morning. Alex and I were traveling to Detroit and our first flight left at 6:20. After being up for a full 24 hours (I never did get that nap I planned for), I was doing all I could just to keep my eyes open and prepare my mind for the long day ahead. My husband wasn’t coming with us, and while our daughter continued her zzz’s from her carseat, he and I prayed over our safe travels. We included everything from the check-in process and going through security, to having space on the plane and/or being seated next to pleasant people.
The first leg of the flight was as smooth as they come. After receiving a few subtle glances from passengers who realized Alexandra was the only child on board, I was more than relieved to find out that the flight was half empty. We ended up with a row to ourselves, and slept the entire time. It was just what I needed! As we de-planed a woman told whoever she was on the phone with that she’d flown with the “cutest, best baby ever”. She gave me a warm smile, and while I chuckled at the thought that all babies are the “best” when they’re sleeping, lol, I was happy to see friendly faces instead of irritated scowls.
Our brief lay-over was in Denver, and we enjoyed Jamba Juice before getting on the second plane. This flight was definitely full, including a girls high school volleyball team, but we still managed to have an open seat between us and the gentleman who sat by the window (God’s favor!). Everything started off spendidly with smiles and giggles, extra treats from the flight attendant, and our very nice neighbor telling us about his 15 month old son he was going to see.
Woohoo. We’re almost there and so far so good!
Then it happened. My sweet darling stopped babbling for a second, and that moment of silence turned into regurgitated smoothie and oatmeal all over my lap!! Ughhhhhhh! I wanted to come out of my skin, but instead I sat there calmly until she finally finished.
Ok. I need some paper towels, but I can’t exactly move. Gosh I hope this guy sitting by us isn’t completely grossed out. Is my baby alright now? Please tell me you’re all better honey. Sigh. I can handle this. I can handle this.
I looked around and noticed most of the passengers were asleep and completely unaware of the little adventure that was taking place in my seat. I had no idea how my neighbor would react, but instead of being completely disgusted as I had feared, he was totally kind and SO helpful! He got the flight attendant’s attention, helped me clean up the mess, and even held the garbage bag open for me. What a nice guy!
I know I could have freaked out a little bit, (and really who could blame me if I had) but instead of frustration I had a true sense of peace, because of my perspective.
I chose to continue praising God that it was a bout of motion sickness and not something more severe. I chose to be grateful that while I didn’t have a change of pants, I did have clothes for my princess and she was able to be comfortable for the remainder of the trip. I was thankful that I was on my way to see family, and that they wouldn’t love me any less even if I carried a bit of a pungent smell with me.
Finally the excitement died down, and we were able to get more rest. When we landed in Detroit I made sure to thank our new friend Brian for all he had done. I was so appreciative of his demeanor and as I told him that I prayed the Lord would bless him, he simply said that he hoped he’d done enough.
Even with the unexpected, God had answered every one of our prayers! He placed many wonderful people in our midst, and gave me some supernatural mommy strength to make it through to our final destination.
I was even able to laugh at my stained jeans, and acnowledged the incident as further initiation into the Mommy Club.
Instead of complaining I chose to rejoice, and want us all to remember that the proper perspective changes everything!…
Sound asleep at 30,000 feet. :)