Be Careful What You Ask For

Take care in asking the universe for anything. That’s a lesson I learned this week, again.

I don’t often ask the universe for much these days. I am pretty blessed and grateful. However, lately, I’ve wanted to connect with my son more. In fact, just last week I was talking to a friend at lunch about having our boys and just moms do something together for a weekend for a bonding experience.

“Universe, my son is 13 and I really want to connect with him.”

It’s not that I don’t know how, it’s just that at 13 he just doesn’t seem interested and everything I can think of is just too much bother for him. Teenage angst and the love of video games where he plays with friends. It’s a hard pair to beat.

We do restrict his games for certain hours during the week and no gaming or electronics on Sundays (family day), but overall, he’s genuinely a good kid. He’s a little shy, authentically generous and compassionate, and gets pretty good grades (all A’s and B’s).

So after lunch last week, I headed home to an email for an author’s course I’ve wanted to take. I spoke to my husband about it greatly because we’ve been earning a bit less while I focus on writing my book. He said just go for it. So I checked our credit card account and I nearly lost my mind.

My child charged a huge amount of video games to our account. I mean well in four-digits deep of video games.

Enter adrenaline rush like I’ve not had in a very long time. Our account is over the limit and charges are now adding up. And he’s going to be home from school in 20 minutes.

We’re going to skip the frantic voicemail on my husband’s phone, email and text. In the next 20 minutes I realized that I couldn’t even think about how we were going to deal with it. I had to think about how I was going to remain calm enough not to hurt the child. Thinking about numbers and freaking out was not going to support that cause. So I smudged myself, lit a candle and brought up as much sovereign energy as possible.

{FYI, he did this about 4 years ago – it was much, much less, but we grounded him from fun for 6 months. We talked about it all the time and he said hundreds of times he would never try that again.

Oh but he did.}

So he knew the drill and when he got home, I just had him sit down and explained my whole day just as I just did here. I was calm. Then I asked how much he thought he spent and showed him on my computer what it all actually added up to. He then went to his room as instructed and unloaded all electronics into a box, handed over his phone and started cleaning. This will be his life for a while, with lots of love and conversation from us about it.

Here’s the gifts:

  1. The Universe delivered what I desired. (Perhaps I could be a bit clearer next time.)
  2. I don’t have to do dishes, cleaning or laundry for a bit – or at least the majority of it.
  3. I know that I have to take better care of the privileges I give him. I realize this is my responsibility too.
  4. We’re all going to learn lessons here. He’ll learn about financial consequences and I’ll learn to be clearer in my requests.
  5. He’ll be interested in doing more stuff with us because we won’t compete with technology — and I won’t feel guilty not allowing him time on it.

We’re still dealing with the impact. We will for a little while. We have to remember that gifts take some looking sometimes. We have to get past all the anger, sadness, loss and disappointment, but they’re there.

So take care in asking the universe for gifts – they so rarely show up as we intend. But look for them or all you’ll see is tragedy.

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