Last Friday T-Rex had his first school party which included a costume parade. Later that day, Little Miss was asking T-Rex how his party and parade went. He replied rather disgustedly, “For the parade we just marched through all the classrooms and around the building!!” His tone of voice totally said, “It was lame, that is soooo not a parade.”
I was in the corner giggling silently. Little Miss asked, “Did you think you were going into town and marching down the street with lots of people?”
T-Rex practically yelled, “Yeah, and people would throw candy!!”
Of course. A parade is in town with floats and candy and lots of people waving at you. You are the center of attention for at least 3.2 seconds as you pass and it is a glorious 3.2 seconds of fame and glory.
Life often isn’t the grand parade we imagined it to be. The question is what do we do when it rains on our parade? Do we go jump in the puddles and not let it steal our joy? Or do we go sit in the corner and pout because things didn’t go our way?