Broken 3/8/14
I have seen many broken things. Broken people, broken cars, broken dolls,
broken pictures, broken toys. But I have
never considered myself attached to many objects. I didn’t mind if they broke, because, well,
as a mom, you can’t mind if something breaks.
Accidents happens and kids can sometimes cause the accidents. Love the person, not the item. I have about four things I care about: my
jewelry box (broken by my daughter), my diamond earrings from Blake (been lost
and refound three times), my entertainment center I spent days refinishing
(Spencer broke the door of it the other day) and my snow globe I got from Blake
for Christmas one year (broken by me, sigh).
The snow globe played a haunting melody by Beethoven. I can still hear
it in my mind and enjoyed the twirling and dancing by the girls. I loved the
Spencer would play it and lay in my bed.
There was a silver angel inside and sparkly silver dust. On the outside it said “God couldn’t be
everywhere so he created mothers.” I
loved it when he gave it to me and I still love it. I was pulling some books off a high shelf one
night and something came crashing down.
Once I realized it was the snow globe, I cried. I couldn’t believe that I had placed it up high
to keep it away from the kids one day and now it was broken. I still find small pebbles of glass from
it. It really fell hard. I learned a lesson about putting things
up. Though I am happy I am the one that
broke it, so I would have nobody to blame but myself, I’m not happy that it
didn’t get enough use. I am not happy
that it didn’t have more dances and more chances to share its beautiful
music. I partially squandered the music
box because I was afraid of it breaking.
Lesson learned: items are for enjoyment, not for hiding. I won’t make that mistake again.
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