At the squirrel monkey cage I was overcome with a temptation to hand over the daisy. The tiny palm of a squirrel monkey grasped the daisy and then he bounded off with it. Within moments the squirrel monkeys were fighting over the daisy and eating it.
Suddenly I realized that I had broken the rule written clearly on the cage: "Do not feed the animals". In my defense I hadn't known I was feeding them. I didn't realize they would eat a daisy... As the squirrel monkeys plucked the petals of the daisy out one by one in a "loves me, loves me not" way, I turned and saw the tears on my daughter's face.
I also didn't realize that I would hurt her feelings by re-gifting the daisy she had given me.
I cherish the flowers my kids give me, but I have to admit -- it's the love in their eyes as they give the flower to me that matters more to me than the flower itself. Yet, it was hurt I saw in her eyes now...
I hugged my daughter and told her I had made a mistake -- I shouldn't have given her gift away like that. I dried her tears and asked her forgiveness.
Desiree and Daddy went off to get me another daisy while I explained to my son how I had not meant to "break the law of the zoo" and feed the squirrel monkeys or hurt his sister's feelings.
And then, in an act of true forgiveness, Desiree presented the daisy to me again. This time I kept it -- cherishing the gift of love and the gift of a second chance...
~❀~ Chelsey ~❀~