Over the weekend, our family went to a nearby rail trail for a nice long bike ride together.  It was a beautiful day.  The sun was shining, the temperature was just right for the task at hand, and some of the trees that framed the trail were turning color already.  It was perfect.  That is, until one of our children, who shall remain nameless, asked us when we were going to Taco Bell.  My husband and I told said child that was not in the plans, as I had a roast in the Crock Pot at home.  That bit of news sent him over the edge.  The whining, crying, and demands that followed were not pleasant.  Somehow it was our fault, because he thought we had promised this, although in fact we hadn’t, nor were any of our other children led to believe this.  So for a good 10-15 minutes this blaming, crying, and sniveling went on as the rest of us tried to ignore it.  The thing is that he was missing out on the beauty around him by focusing on one thing that wasn’t going to change anyhow.  Thankfully, after a while, the tears subsided and he rebounded to catch back up with the rest of us and have a good time for the remainder of the trip.  And wouldn’t you know it, when we got home later and sat down to eat that roast he thought would be “disgusting,” he took a bite and looked up in surprise, saying, “Wow!  This is actually really good!”

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