The Little Boy Who Came to Visit Me Today.

I heard a little one tapping at my door this morning. Behind him, his angry father – all red faced and huffing.

“Tell her what you did,” he shouted, pointing to a nearly imperceptible dent on my car’s passenger door. ”

Looking downward, he sniffled in the longest of breaths, “I’m sorry,” he whimpered  “it was an accident.”

“Well, then,” I smiled, shifting down to one knee. “It’s a good thing it was ‘an accident’ and not an ‘on purpose.'”

And, taking his little hand into mine, we walked over to ‘assess the grave damage.’  “Now, tell me,” I asked “how can something so small be the source of so much sadness?”

Oh, but don’t we all have those moments? When something so seemingly inconsequential has suddenly pulled us in?

In an instant, we become hooked by our own knee-jerk reaction. We say things we don’t mean, and act in ways which do not serve our purpose. But, worst of all, in those split-second-never-take-back moments – we lose sight of that which matters most of all.

We forget the loving hearts which are waiting so patiently for our ‘arrival’ on the other end.

Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ll ever have my car door repaired. As I could think of no better reminder, to keep one’s heart focused on those much bigger things.

In fact, every time I look to this door, I’ll think of the little heart who came to visit me today.

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Tara Lemieux is a mindful wanderer, and faithful stargazer. Although she often appears to be listening with great care, rest assured she is most certainly‘forever lost in thought. She is an ardent explorer and lover of finding things previously undiscovered or at the very least mostly not-uncovered.

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