Broken

Well, it happened.  My little dude broke something that I really really really liked.

 

I have to compliment his timing too.  Just last Friday I was telling a friend that I knew I needed to prepare myself for the day that something I liked would be broken by my little.

 

I read a story long ago about a gal that was washing dishes with her young neice and the little girl dropped and broke one of the dishes.  The gal scooped up her neice, sat her on the counter and told her that she would always be more important than some dish.  I decided that I wanted to be the gal that had an immediate reaction that everything was ok and a broken something-or-another was not a problem.  To know people come first, always.  Considering that I really like china I knew that I would have to train myself to get there; I don't want to be in the business of acting like everything is ok.  I really want to feel it too.  I thought I was there.  I think I am mostly there.

 

But last night when something broke, I was not there, at least not fully there.  I wasn't visibly upset, but I was upset.  It turns out little dude can reach further up on a bathroom counter than I knew.  And while I was making dinner he got a hold of my glasses.

 

Glasses, yes, my glasses.  Silly?  Maybe. But I really really really liked that pair.  I've had them for 6 years.  They were literally my first splurge as a working girl.

 

I am sure they are the first in a long line of mishaps. 

Mishaps that I welcome considering we get a priceless little boy along with it.

 

All this to say, I am thinking I should pack up my favorite tea pot tomorrow to have stored away just for a while.  Or maybe I won't.  Afterall, it is just a thing.