Chocolate chip. Cookies and Creme. Cookie Dough. Chocolate Chip Mint. Vanilla. Peanut Butter And Chocolate.
The sweat dripped down the back of my neck as I peered into the freezer. Why hadn’t I asked. Of course I knew best. But what was bestest? What did he want? Cookie Dough or Cookies and Creme?
There was a time when 31 even 100 flavors or options appealed to me. Lately I prefer fewer options. Right or left. With peanut butter or without. Choosing is complicated enough but add to the complexity of options the issue of choosing for others and well …it morphs nearly impossible to know what’s best.
This morning I was reading the verse about concerning oneself with one’s own eye and logs versus getting your panties in a wad over the specks in other people’s eyes. And it took me back to the ice cream freezer and to the conversations with my nearly grown up children while we were eating cookie dough.
How is it I think I know the best or even bestest for those I love, care for and have birthed? How is it I get so wadded up about the specks in their eyes all the while the log in my own is causing their speck to look planetary in size?
I know. I know. I’m a recovering ‘I know the best and bestest for you because I’ve lived so long and made so many not best or bestest choices’ girl.
Coincidence that I’m staring at this little verse this morning? More like a divine reminder to remember even if I’m the birth mother it’s still not my job to decide what’s best or bestest for others. And it’s even worse when I get wadded up and try to advice others on what’s bestest for them when we aren’t even related…
I know. I know. I’m still in recovery from thinking I know what’s best or bestest for others..
How Do I know What’s Best?