It was a beautiful Monday morning, my boys were all healthy and safely at school, and I was on my way to have coffee with my mom and drop off my youngest son. It seemed like a perfect start to the work week. My only problem was I needed to arrange a dental appointment for one of my sons who had accidentally knocked a chip out of his front tooth over the weekend. I was hopeful an appointment could be arranged and the issue could be resolved quickly more so for him than myself because he was extremely embarrassed to go to school with a piece missing from his front tooth. My optimism quickly faded as my conversation with the less than hospitable receptionist began.
It seemed that in the seven years I had been taking my children to this particular dentist I had mistakenly missed two appointments and not in the same year. Because of my over sight I was informed they would not and could not help my son. I was flabbergasted and as the cool blood drained from my face it was quickly replaced by some that was boiling. It takes a lot to provoke me into an argument because I am the type that tries to avoid confrontation at all costs. My temper is not easily riled unless of course the situation involves my children, then the gloves are off.
Gritting my teeth I very politely restated my predicament of having a child with a very obvious dental problem that needed immediate attention. My pleas were met once again with blunt denial. When I get upset I have the worst problem with tearing up. My throat knots up so tight that I feel as though I couldn’t possibly utter an intelligible word. As I hung that phone up my hands were shaking and the tears hanging on the corners of my eyes threatened to spill. Since this unpleasant conversation occurred on that Monday morning it had the real possibility of ruining my whole day. Not such a great start to the work week after all.
As I drove on in to work that morning I began to let all my frustrations color the entire span of my day. I started grumbling and whining to myself. I had to talk to myself because at that time I don’t think anyone else would have wanted to listen to me. I stopped at the post office to pick up the mail and of course there were more bills than junk which just added balloons to my pity party. I know I was frowning as I walked back to my car. Automatically reaching for my phone I noticed I had a missed call and message. It was my mom’s voice instructing me to call my two year old son.
Little did I realize I was fixing to have a breakfast of humble pie. His tiny voice came through so sweet and clear, “Mommy, why did you go to work? I miss you. I love you.” It was then that I realized in my anger and frustration at the unfriendly receptionist I had left my little guy without giving him a hug and kiss goodbye.
I had selfishly let my anger at someone else affect my interaction with my son. I had unknowingly let someone else steal my joy and it was completely my own fault. At the time I had not stopped to consider that maybe this woman who had been so rude to me was having a rough morning as well. Granted, it isn’t acceptable to be rude to customers, but I know from experience that there are times when it is just an unfortunate occurrence when dealing with the public.
We should never let another person steal our joy. God has sacrificed too much for us to be so self-absorbed that we fail to appreciate His greatest gifts. Whether those gifts come in the form of our children, our families, our homes, the outdoors, or whatever your comfort zone is there should never come a time when we choose to allow an insignificant mishap to steal away that joy. My little guy brightened my day with his simple words by completely erasing the sharply spoken words of an overworked receptionist.
Have a blessed week and get out and enjoy those beautiful spring flowers! “Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called sons of God.” Matthew 5:9