I have to start my story today with a bit of backstory. Z-man is GREAT at keeping his food on (and at) the table. He likes to test his boundaries like any toddler, but once he learns the rules, he’s fairly good at keeping them.
Miss T, however, is a WHOLE different ball of wax. She’s a little tiny tornado, and breaks the rules as much as she can… no matter how much I fuss at and correct her. She’s fiercely independent, stubborn, and a total wild-child. (I don’t know where she gets that from… 😆 )
So. Last night, I gave the kids some cornbread as an after-dinner snack. It was left-over from the night before, and the kids loved it. They were settled, busily snacking on their crumbly bread and watching Chuggington. I decided they were behaving (HA!), and went into the laundry room to fold the laundry mountain.
All was well. I kept checking on them briefly, but not really looking at much beyond their faces. Soon enough, it was almost bedtime. I walked into the living room, only to see the horror in front of me:
There. Were. Crumbs. EVERYWHERE.
It was a crumb massacre. I had no clue one small piece of cornbread could turn into so many crumbs. They were strewn all over the floor like confetti on New Year’s Eve. I still don’t know how she did it. I tried to do a “miss the crumbs all over the floor” dance to go into their room, because it was time to start putting away toys and to get ready for their bedtime routine. It didn’t work. Then I realized that that Miss T had pranced her little self (and whatever was left of her cornbread) INTO THE BEDROOM.
All in the span of about 20 minutes, my house went from “fairly-neat” to “Crumb-Laden War Zone”. I was quite a bit bewildered, and hid in the laundry room for the rest of the night (the only clean place left in the house). I managed to sweep the crumbs off the sheets, off the floor, and the kids finally fell sleeping in their beds.
My question at first was this: How can one TINY girl make such a mess?
But after I had time to cool down, I started thinking. What if I made a mess like that? Not with cornbread… but with INSIRATION. What if I started sharing my passion for living well, slowing down, and chasing wonderment? If I kept going no matter what anybody said, could I help change someone’s life? What if instead of just sitting here, hoping to make a difference someday… I actually get up and start spreading joy-filled inspiration like Miss T’s cornbread crumbs?
Who knew all of these deep thoughts could come from my toddler’s cornbread massacre? 😏
So I want to ask you:
What can YOU do with your piece of cornbread?
Join in the conversation below! I’d love to hear from you:
What are you passionate about? What can you
spread around like Miss T’s cornbread crumbs? 😀