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.