Dont cry over spilled milk

Imagine, hypothetically that a grown up were to spill a glass of milk. It is likely that the grown up will make a grand production of the scenario, running around frantically to clean up the mess while cursing the gods and gravity to allow such a catastrophe to transpire.

A child on the other hand, when spilling the same hypothetical glass of milk will simply watch it be spilled and then likely laugh before carrying on with whatever it was that caused the milk to be spilled in the first place.

Which response is better? I would argue that the child has a far better grasp on life’s priorities.

Now to be clear, I’m not advocating for milk spilling anarchy. Messes need to be cleaned up and it’s our job as parents to teach our children this same lesson. My point is simply this; the mess is never a big deal.

It can feel like a big deal when we are exhausted from work and whatever life has thrown at us for the day; when all we want in the world is to take five glorious minutes to just sit and let our brain relax. But there is always more that needs done than there are hours in the day, right? Maybe…

Or maybe we are just filling the day with a bunch of nonsense and that nonsense is the very thing that’s keeping us from actually living the lives we want to live.

I might be way off track but tonight I was looking at some photos from when my oldest was first born. Those nostalgic trips down memory lane are interesting because on the one hand it seems like just yesterday yet on the other it seems like another life entirely. I couldn’t escape the terrifying realization that one day my kids will be all grown up and out of the house and I’ll be doing the same thing, thinking that it feels like just yesterday yet another life entirely. The irony here is that to worry about the future is just as futile as it is to lament the past. So here’s my take away.

I’m not going to cry over spilled milk. And I don’t mean the hypothetical milk from before but rather the metaphorical milk that is all the nonsense that I let get in the way of me being aware and appreciative of the moment as I live it.

May the dishes be damned if they interfere with a sunset bike ride. I’ll always keep a tidy house because, well my wife makes me. But as god as my witness I’m going to learn something from my kids when it comes to understanding what is truly valuable about life. The mess, after all, is never a big deal.