It was only paint...
I haven't written to my Journal here in about a month. Life is tossing those curve balls again. This will not make any since to most who would read this, but there is one who she will know exactly what I mean.
Today I was standing in my back yard, praying as I often do. I looked over at my son's fort, went over and looked at the faded paint he put over the wood. When he did this I was so angry, how dare he. I stood there staring at the boards, and tears turned in to an all-out flood of crying. Why, Why it was only paint, he wanted to fix it up his way, why was that so wrong?
It was only paint.
This in one of the many reflections I have had over past few months. I can't seem to show her how I see it now. So many things, that mattered was pushed aside by my actions.
Very recently I had a bit of an epiphany and here was the outcome: I'm seeing things as she has.... and I am ashamed.
Today I was standing in my back yard, praying as I often do. I looked over at my son's fort, went over and looked at the faded paint he put over the wood. When he did this I was so angry, how dare he. I stood there staring at the boards, and tears turned in to an all-out flood of crying. Why, Why it was only paint, he wanted to fix it up his way, why was that so wrong?
It was only paint.
This in one of the many reflections I have had over past few months. I can't seem to show her how I see it now. So many things, that mattered was pushed aside by my actions.
Very recently I had a bit of an epiphany and here was the outcome: I'm seeing things as she has.... and I am ashamed.
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I have not been on here is a while, and was re-reading my journal post... this brought back and very painful memory. My heart still breaks thinking of this type of STUPID reaction to what was not so big a deal.
It took me way to long to realize this... way to long.