The moment that this mother shared with her daughter may not appear monumental, but it is. In that moment, they were both free. The daughter was freed from her sadness, regret and sense of responsibility for bruising the apples. The mother was free of the stress of money wasted, frustration misplaced, words spoken that she could not retract.
How many times in the course of a day do we give in to the boundaries drawn by intolerance, misunderstanding and fear? How often do disagreements with others over little things and even over huge things bind us into a sense of imprisonment? How often do we act on impulse, roll our eyes, stomp around and impose guilt on ourselves and others when we could simply love the apples, bruises and all? Today I am going to free myself of the guilt I feel for not always being that mother. I'm going to look closely in the spaces around me at where the apples have fallen, and trust that just maybe they were dropped in haste, or confusion, or even by accident. With that mother's patience, I will pick each one up and place it back in the bag.