I am kinda in a hurry. I need to get to my meeting, but I still have to pick the kids up from school, grab dinner, and drop them off at the house. I feel tense, and my brain feels scattered. It’s moments like this when I should pause, and take deep breaths….but who has time for deep breaths when you are busy freaking out?
The kids are eating in the backseat of the car when Andie tells me, “Daddy, my tooth hurts.”
Can’t she see that I am in a hurry?
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Now is just not a “convenient” time in my life for someone I love to have a problem.
As we arrive home, thank God, Amanda is pulling in the driveway. She will know what to do, and be able to guide me in the right direction. She takes a look and gives a directive. “We will give her some Tylenol and call the dentist.” Damnit.
What if the dentist can’t see her?
What if it gets worse in the middle of the night?
Do I call her usual pediatric dentist or my dentist?
What time do they open?
When should I expect a response?
Do I make an appointment, or just show up at the office?
This is going to throw off the dentist’s schedule immensely. Suddenly, I am not only worried about my daughter, but I am worried about putting out the dentist by having him arrange his schedule for the unexpected. I don’t like this feeling. I am really not the person for anyone to be reliant upon, especially when that person is as precious as my seven year old daughter.
Upon arriving to my meeting, I had some time to share about what it was that had me so disheveled. Before I could finish my story, I had a couple of older men having a laugh at my account of the predicament which I faced. One gentleman in particular had this to say,
“I know where you are coming from. I am capable of turning this fly on my coffee cup into a buzzard on a light post. It doesn’t matter how big of a problem that I want to make it out to be, one thing’s for sure, neither the fly nor the buzzard is going anywhere, until I move the cup.”
He then grinned and said (in the deepest of country accents), ” And another thing, I’d imagine this ain’t gonna be the first time that your dentist friend ever had his schedule interrupted cause an achy tooth.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Some people have that gift. It’s the gift of perspective, and I’m glad to be on the receiving end of it. I get busy. I get worried. I lose track of the problem at hand, because my emotions are inflated because it affects someone that I love.
I think it’s important for me to be aware of my actions and emotions when faced when these types of situations, but I think it is more important to be cognizant that people all around me are dealing with these situations all the time. If someone is acting irrationally, there could be a perfectly logical explanation for their illogical behavior.
Peace, Love, and all things Beef related,