Life Lessons from a Squirrel and A Daughter
I was driving home with my daughter after picking her up from work last week, and we saw a dead squirrel in the road. I drove around it but admitted to her that I had been the one to hit the squirrel earlier that same day. The guilt was still plaguing me, which is why I confessed to my girl. I had tried to miss it, but it turned around just as I was about to pass it and ran right under my tires. I cried a little, but there was nothing to do; I couldn’t avoid it because of traffic behind and to the side of me, and I knew the furry little thing just was not going to make it even if I stopped to render aid.
We were both quiet for a moment. I thought perhaps it was in reverence to the recently departed squirrel. Okay, Shelby was playing a game on her phone, but she could have been having a reverential moment too, right?
Because I’m a mom and thus a teacher, I tried to find a teachable point in this tragedy. “Once you commit to something, follow through” was a good lesson I supposed; if the little squirrel had just continued on it would have likely made it to the other side.
“You know honey, in life; everything is our teacher, right? A quick nod was her reply. “There are a lot of lessons we might learn from this” I continued, but before I could conclude my astute observations on life and death and squirrels she said…
“Yeah, especially if you’re the squirrel.”
Touché Shelby, touché.