Last Saturday morning, I was teaching my youngest
how to make shape pancakes because FUN! But her smile drooped, her forehead
wrinkled, and I sensed she was ready to hurl the ladle across the kitchen.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I keep trying to make a turtle, but it looks
nothing like a turtle,” she grumped.
I tilted my head and opened my eyes wide. “WHOA!”
The pancake she had tried to make into a turtle had shifted
into golden phoenix. It was incredible. When I told her what it looked like to
me, it became an insta-favorite.
This happens with so many things. Stories. Guys.
Relationships.
We have in mind what perfection looks like. We
see it so clearly, we can almost taste it. And then it morphs into something we
hardly recognize. It may still be amazing, or it may be horrific, but all we
can think is, “That’s not a turtle.”
Has this happened to you? Did you learn to
love what it became, or did you start all over again? Leave a comment to share!
Posts
Hi Laura,
ReplyDeleteSome people turns lemons into lemonade. I like how you flip a pancake. A great story. Consider sending it to a parent magazine.
We all have disappointments. Its great when there's someone there to lift us when we're down. I have had experiences like that that will always be special to me. It's wonderful when we don't have to walk difficult paths alone.
OOPS! Some people turn lemons into lemonade...
ReplyDeleteThanks for the encouragement, Linda! You are definitely great at lifting others up. :) I'm glad you've had others do the same for you.
ReplyDeleteYES!! Had a conversation about this just yesterday... and the day before! Oh my goodness! I must share this!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing it, Donna! It's interesting how the things we create sometimes take on a life of their own.
ReplyDeleteMy new phrase for when life takes a detour: "That's not a turtle." Great post!
ReplyDeleteHa! Thanks, Kate! And thanks for sharing my post on Twitter! :D
ReplyDeleteDear Laura,
ReplyDeleteI loved this blogpost. Loved your pictures. I understand about making turtle pancakes, I used to do that for my children. I admit some of them were a little irregular, but it's sort of like cloud gazing when people are like you and see other wondrous things instead. You are delightful. Celebrate you.
Never Give Up
Joan