Sometimes God really winks at me and my family in unexpected ways. I have been feeling a little blue lately, overwhelmed by lots of little things that have been piling up. Worse than dealing with some brick walls has been dealing with my attitude. I haven’t been able to get my act together, pull up my big girl panties, and #DEAL.
Needless to say, I needed a God Wink. (Note: This term was not created by me. There are tons of books out there about what constitutes as a God Wink and what it means to different people.) In my mind, God Winks are times when God sends some kind of sign or message to let me know that (a) I need to ramp up my faith, (b) I need to take a chill pill, and (c) He’s got my back.
This week my family survived an evil vomit monster. LM1 started vomming on Friday night, then Daddy got the bug, and then I got hit last on Tuesday night. It was a crazy few days of cleaning, rubbing tummies, eating next to nothing, and general grumpiness. Wednesday night, I decided that I needed to cook some rice. It’s supposed to be one of the “safe foods” from the BRAT diet, and while Hubs was out buying the fixings for chicken noodle soup (his tummy is still too upset for anything too crazy) I put a little pot on the stove.
Well, as it goes in our house more often than not, I got distracted.
By the time I made it back to the stove, there was nasty rice splatter everywhere and charred black who-knows-what on the pan and stove. “My pan is melting!” I shouted at the baby, who wasn’t crying yet, but later became scared enough by my shrieking to chime in. “I broke the new stove!” “I am a disaster!” “WTF!” (Only I did not say W-T-F…..I said the whole thing….you get the picture.)
I should add in here that we bought a new stove a few weeks ago. We’ve had the original 30-year-old coil stove in our home since we moved in, and we have been waiting for it to break before buying a new one. Well, it broke and we bought a gorgeous glass top range stove. I have been waiting to break it or bust it, and TA-DA, mission accomplished. My neglect and an unknowing pot of rice spelled our disaster.
So I started to cry. Daddy walked into the house and in between my sad little weeping, I mustered out, “I broke the stove and ruined one of our wedding pots.”
He stared at me for a minute, put down his bags of groceries, told me to put down the steaming pot of rice, and then said,”It’s ok, Kimmie. I’ll fix it. It’s fine.”
Just like that. He didn’t really look at the stove or the pot. He just said, “It’s ok, Kimmie, I’ll fix it.”
Then my two-year-old chimed in, “It’s ok, Kimmie, Daddy fix it.”
Hubs told LM1 to hug me and he did. I stopped crying and worked to get the rest of dinner going, sans the burnt rice.
Later on, after the kids had been put down to sleep, we went into the kitchen together to clean up. Hubs took to the stove and I worked on the pot. And you’ve probably guessed it by now, but nothing was ruined. The nasty black stuff came out with a little soap, water, and heavy rubbing. The stove was clean in a cinch with a little heavy duty cleaner.
After the episode, I had to smile. I just had to look at this situation and thank God for his little reminder.
First, I have a great husband, but that was obvious a few years ago #OBVI. But then I saw, that this episode is typical me. I overreact and cry over nonsense. I’d gotten worked up and exhausted after a hairy week and lost my cool over nothing. And it was all fine. We’re all well, the kids are fine, we’re eating solids again (yay!) and nothing is broken.
I think I’ve always been a Chicken Little, though I don’t know why. It’s been a struggle for a long time, and I hate that this is the way I am. I freak out. I lose it. I worry. I cry. And then there’s Hubs, who was just built differently. He fixes everything or encourages me to fix it because he knows I can.
My God Wink was seeing what I’ve always known, but understanding, somehow differently, that it’s time to give up the Chicken Little Attitude. It’s time to take the high road and #chillthefout. That stupid little pot of burnt rice put me in the best mood I’ve been in all week. And I just got to thinking…I could have been in a much better mood by choice. I could have laughed more and just said, “It’s fine….we’ll fix this….we’ll figure it out.”
So next time, I’ll try better.
Have you seen any great God Winks lately?