don't cry over spilled wine

Last week, my husband and I took our son to see a play. It was a first for him but more than a first, it was something just for him. Ever since our daughter was born, it's been challenging finding one on one time with just him. I suppose that's one of the drawbacks of being a sibling. So the evening was for him...

It was a lovely night - the play was showing in an old theater, with creaky floors, a faint musky scent and a phantom of the opera feel to it. So as my eyes explored the space itself, people all around, I caught a glimpse of the sign that said WINE, BEER, WATER. Obviously it was my lucky day! It's been a long time since I've been to a play and clearly wasn't aware that wine is something you could have while enjoying the arts. Bubbling over with joy, I made my way over. We got our drinks and popcorn and made our way over to our seats. 

I watched excitement and anticipation play on my son's face as he wildly shoved popcorn into his mouth. With minutes to go until show time, I changed positions and knocked the entire glass of wine all over my pants, shirt, jacket and shoes. I felt the flush of embarrassment rise from my stomach and quickly engulf my face in what felt like flames. People stared, my clothes were wet, I smelled horrible and had an almost 2 hour show ahead of me. Too embarrassed to go clean myself, I'd hoped my body, about 200 degrees warmer from shame, would at least dry part of it. Thoughts of "how could you"? and "that was so stupid" and "now I have to sit here covered in wine", kept playing through my head. 

But then something happened. It was an acceptance of sorts. An acceptance that unpredictable shit happens to us. My tendency to run away from discomfort just didn't work in that moment...I had no choice, I had to just experience it and let it move through me. It ended up being a great show. My son beamed with happiness and as I'd predicted, most of the wine dried by the time we left, leaving me only with a post college party smell. But somehow I felt ecstatic. Maybe even more so than I would have been had I not spilled an entire glass of wine on myself....