Today I told my 2 ½ year-old to stop sweating the small stuff. As you can imagine, it did not have a great impact on her latest meltdown. She was terribly upset over the fact that our lab Martini had grabbed the top of our water bottle and was using it as a toy as she pranced down the hall. Of course by the time I recovered the bottle cap, it was chewed and crushed and pretty much destroyed. This caused my daughter Dylan to immediately become hysterical. So I tried to explain that in the great scheme of life, it just didn’t matter and there would be a million (or at least thousands for sure) bottle caps in our future and they would all be shiny and perfect and fabulous. Of course, she kept crying.
I kind of understand where she’s coming from. I am definitely one to stress over and attempt to fix the little stuff. I am a stickler for details and I just love things to be perfect. Look, some things are worth fixing. We bought a rug a couple of years ago for our kid’s room that refuses to stay flat. The thing loves to bubble all over the place. I tried to live with this rug. Really, I did. But one day, I realized that life was too short to live with a bumpy, defiant rug and goddamn it, I was going to replace it. I seriously sleep better at night now.
But sometimes in life, there is so much big stuff going on, you just have to let go of the details for a while. Like this past month, an old friend of mine died of brain cancer at the age of 36. For most of his life, Steve Higgins didn’t know he only had a short time to enjoy his friends, his wife, his family, sunny days with no humidity, watching a movie or eating at a great restaurant. One day, it was just all over. So in the spirit of remembering this funny, sharp, authentic guy, I am going to try to worry a little less about the dented bottle caps when they come along. Because I’ve realized that most of the advice I pass on to my toddler, usually serves me pretty well too.