And then comes the snake.
Uggghh. My husband excitedly beckoned me to come see something and the girls were going bonkers. I thought what is this? And IT was on our back porch. I watched it slither, and what a good word that is. It is so creepy to observe. So quiet, so stealth and it turned my stomach immensely. I had never seen a snake in the vicinity of where I lived. As I shared my snake story, I heard multiple stories from friends who had one in their bedrooms, living rooms and backyards. This may be the first but it will not be the last time I spot a snake.
It occurred to me, this is life. You begin to think you are coasting along and whammy, life throws a wrench. The girls have not wanted to go outside since then, more than a month ago. I didn't want to go either and yet as I talked to one of my neighbors, it dawned on me how I handle this is how the girls will. My neighbor would have preferred us to catch and release in her yard than kill it which is what I ordered George to do. She said her dad sat her down and explained all about snakes and may have even handled them. So we had a talk about how to handle it- our style. Basically with my girls when we see another snake, I know it will end up being scream and run.
Buddha was right. If I think it is bad, it will be. If I think, I will be okay when I see another snake, I will be. I have to put that in practice and repeat that to myself over and over. Snakes and wrenches are a part of life, it will be okay.