I’m going to share this because, as my friend Denise always says, “this is a safe space”. I hope so.
I saw a blog post recently wherein a woman admitted that her Christmas tree was still up. On January 29th.
And I judged her. Hard.
I didn’t mean to. I just automatically started thinking:
I wouldn’t do that.
Who does that?
How could you stand to even look at a Christmas tree in January?
Sure, we’re all busy. I’m busy. But I managed to get my tree down. And so did everyone else I know.
And then I felt really, really terrible about this thought process. I honestly do not ever want to be that nasty, judgy person. I have no idea what is going on in that mom’s life. Zero. I’m sure there are lots of really good reasons that her decorations are not safely stored in her attic. I’m a terrible person.
But I still felt a little smug. #honesty
Then, later that evening, I was making dinner for my 3-year-old. And I was moving faaaaaaaast. And trying to do way too many things at once. I made him a quesadilla and some berries and some carrots, his standard fare. Handed him the dinner, chatted with him as he ate it and I made dinner for the rest of the family.
Then, as he finished his meal, I was surprised to find he’d only eaten half of his quesadilla. He usually eats all of it. I asked him about it.
He said “Mommy, I don’t like it today. I don’t like the blue stuff.”
The BLUE stuff? What blue stuff?
I immediately inspected the corn tortilla. And there it was, all over the back of the quesadilla I’d just handed my son.
I’d given my son a moldy tortilla. And he’d eaten half of it.
I almost fell over. And felt sick. Not only because of the gross factor, but because of the fact that I’d let that happen. Because I was moving too fast.
And just a few minutes before, there I was, judging this poor mom for not having gotten her tree down. I’ll just bet you that she manages to not feed moldy food to her children.
I am as imperfect as anyone and I know that. Oh, how I know that. I just need to remember to give grace to everyone I meet all the time. Because I’m one moldy tortilla from needing it for myself.