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Rollin' in Refried Beans
After eating a somewhat chaotic dinner at one of our favorite Mexican restaurants, our family got up to leave. I was ready to go, so I grabbed my youngest by the hand while my oldest son walked beside me. Meanwhile, my husband lingered at the table as he ate a few more chips before we left.
As we walked across the busy restaurant, my youngest son began to fall to the floor. It was as if his foot slipped on something – could it be refried beans? His sudden venture to the floor along with my heroic effort to save him threw me off balance and down I went – almost on top of him. I lay in a heap on the floor, trying not to smother him but unable to get to my feet. The waiter reached down and grabbed my son by the hand and helped him back up.
I then felt someone lift me up by the elbows; it was my husband. From across the restaurant, he had seen it all happen in an instant but was unable to respond soon enough. As he helped me back to my feet, all I could do was laugh. My knee and hip were throbbing from the pain, but I assured the people on either side of me that I was just fine.
I could have cried or gotten upset, but laughter felt so good. The only thing really injured was my pride, and that would heal.
Being able to laugh at yourself is an important lesson to learn in life and also to teach your kids. You shouldn’t take yourself or life too seriously. After all, it’s not every day that you can experience glorious grace, hilarious laughter. . . and rollin’ in refried beans.
Copyright © 2008-2015 Christy Biswell
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