Son: “No problem. I know how to do that.”He spent some time on the computer then left to use the bathroom. I nestled my can into the swiveling computer chair and looked at the photos. I turned to the camera and DELETED all of them. As in, good-bye, adios, sayonara. The pictures on my computer screen vanished. I panicked, fearing the pictures were deleted from my camera and this world forever.
I discovered my son only VIEWED the photos, not downloaded them. Farump! I fiddled with the camera praying to make them reappear. Nope, they were long gone. Saddened, I realized these memories would never make it to the family photo album. A rush of negative emotions flooded my frustrated head and I wanted to get super-duper-angry. “C’mon!” I told myself, “It’s not like this is open-heart surgery. Yes, things went wrong, but don’t let it ruin the day.” This was truly hard for me, but I decided to take a deep breath and let it go. I had to let it go a dozen more times throughout the day.Wait, there’s a happy ending! When my techie husband arrived home, he worked some digital-camera-software-download-magic and resurrected the pictures from the deleted trash bin! He is my hero and I am thankful that I did not let that Evil-Italian-Witch-Mother out of her cage earlier that day. So here’s my new plan:
When things go wrong, I am not going with them!