It was my daughters Birthday, we were about to have dinner, the doorbell rang and my son stood there furious, his eyes brimmed with tears, his t-shirt ripped in pieces.
What started off as a silly game resulted in a rather big drama. The story: 4 boys around the age of 10 played a camera team covering the sensitive topic “girls”. The situation escalated, and a fight came about.
Beautiful neighborhood scene with the parents getting involved in the heat of the moment, which usually makes things worse rather than better :-) We all seemed a little helpless.
My son made very clear he is never going to play with the boy again. He does not want anything to do with him anymore. You get the picture. Me a little worried, as the boys always go together to school. My son decided; he will just walk with his sister.
Well, she got ill that night so the next morning I ask my son: “What will you do now? Walk all by yourself?”. He looks at me, or better said kind of past me and mumbles something along the lines of “it’s all good”. I ask him if he wants to talk about it. Clearly not.
When he comes home, I ask him how things went. A smile spreads across his face, and he says: “We’re friends again”. A little later the doorbell rings and there they stand “the clan” to ask if he is coming outside to play.
What happened yesterday? Well, that is “Schnee von gestern” as we say in German. Snow from yesterday. It melted already. Yesterday was yesterday and tomorrow is tomorrow. The next drama will come for sure but today is today, and today is a good day, to have a good day.
The English expression is “It’s all water under the bridge now”. A problem or an experience is water under the bridge, or water over the dam, if it happened in the past and it no longer affects the present to a degree that is worth worrying about.
The French have a similar expression called “Laisser passer l’eau sous les ponts” which means let it go. Let it go with the water, let it vanish like water flows away.
Let the bygones by bygones. Live in the moment. Something adults tend to forget . . .
Let the bygones by bygones
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