The Lesson of the Peanuts

The other day I got a box in the mail and the box had the Styrofoam tiny balls that come inside the box for packing purposes. I call them the peanuts. I took what was inside out of the box and accidently knocked over the box and the peanuts spilled all over the rug. That reminded me of the days when my son was younger about 4 or something and when we used to get boxes filled with peanuts he would take the box and throw them everywhere. I mean ALL over in every crevice of the room every corner and places that I didn't even know peanuts could go. And we would spend days cleaning them up, vacuuming furiously, sweeping with the broom, looking all over to make sure you got them all and you do this for days at a time. Just when you think that you got them all one of them shows up or ten of them shows up and although at the time of the peanut mess you were irritated that it happened finding that one or ten peanuts in the corner of the house that you never thought that they would go it is then you realize that life can be messy at times. Most of the time in fact. And when you are in the middle of the mess you think how am I ever going to get through the mess but somehow you do.

The reminisce of the peanuts reminds you of the mess, the mess that irritated you while it was happening but the mess that you got though. Life is  mess but the thing is without the messes we would not know how strong we are, how to get through the messes, how to grow as people, how to be empathic to others we would not know the process of healing. Messes mature us they teach us, they help develop us and they teach us.