I wish I could take today, frame it and hang it on the wall. Not as a reminder of a birthday celebration or a softball victory. Nothing like that. I wish I could hang it up as a reminder of a day I wish I could have handled better. It wasn’t a horrible day. Many positive moments, victories and things to be thankful for, not the least of which are my kids. But it was a stressful day. A monday in every sense of the word. And subsequently, I was a grump and edgy. If I had to give myself a grade, I would give myself a C-.
I had prided myself on keeping a positive attitude and for not letting things get me down or make me edgy. But today pushed my buttons for some reason. And like a lot of parents, I tripped over a couple of hurdles along the way. Perhaps a lack of sleep, a lack of faith, one straw too many. Who knows. The point is I found myself apologizing to the kids at the end of the day for not bringing my “A” game.
“We all have our days dad,” proclaimed my eldest. And so it is that my daughter helped me realized that I’d reached a point where days like today truly do stand out. Because they are not the norm. They are not the constant. They represent an old me and stand as a reminder of how far I’ve come.
So I wish I could frame it and hang it on the wall. For no other reason than to look at it tomorrow and recognize that the day was just that; a day. Not a week, not a month, but a single day filled with a number of seemingly harmless hurdles that ultimately I managed to make it over. With a bruise or two perhaps, but I made it.