We got the living room and kitchen painted in fresh colors.
Happy with the new look, I set about re-hanging my pictures and decorations. I was feeling happy, the house was looking good, I was almost done, when
CRAAAAAASH from the kitchen!
I rushed in to find the shelves I had hung on the wall were not anchored well enough and the top one fell into the lower one, bringing both crashing down, and with them my carefully placed decorations, all smashed on the floor.
“No!” I yelled, covering my face with my hands and beginning to cry. My willowtree figurines, the teacup my sister brought me from China, the Turkish pot from my childhood, shattered on the cruel tile. I sobbed.
They’re just things, they’re just things, no one got hurt….I chanted in my head, but still…I cried.
Eric started collecting pieces to try and salvage.
Stephen rushed to me, encircling me with his little arms. “It’s ok mom,” he said soothingly. “I’ll give you my money to help you buy new things. It will be ok.”
“Some of them are things I can’t buy again,” I cried. “That’s the problem. I’m so stupid! I can’t believe I did that!”
“You’re not stupid! Don’t say that! We’ll fix them,” he said optimistically. “I’ll fix it for you! It’s going to be ok. Shhh-shhh-shhh,” he patted my arm.
Adrian hugged me, and he and Reid and Will curiously started walking toward the mess.
“Don’t go near there!” I said. “You could get cut on the broken pieces. Just go downstairs so you don’t get hurt.”
Adrian grabbed his kindle off the counter and disappeared with Reid and Will. Will whispered to Reid, “I didn’t know mommys could cry!”
Stephen swept the floor, and he and Eric began gluing pieces back together.
Adrian reappeared with a picture he drew for me.
I thanked him, and then he hugged me again and said, “Look at your phone! There’s something for you on your phone too!”
“There is?” I asked. He nodded, a little smile playing at his lips. I checked my phone. Sure enough, a new email from Adrian:
“Mom I hope you feel better😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😰”
Stephen spent the afternoon gluing pieces back together. Probably too many pulverized pieces to finish the project, but he did his best! That afternoon when I opened my computer, it was on Stephen’s profile, the browser left open to Amazon with the search “china teacups” typed in. My eyes watered again, but not with sadness for my broken decorations.
I am still sad that I lost some of my things. But I think when I look back, I won’t remember the loss. I’ll remember the love of my boys and how they rallied around me when I was upset. They hugged me throughout the day, saying, “I’m sorry for you, mom” true empathy showing in their eyes. Seeing my sons display virtues like empathy and kindness is, of course, priceless. They are the treasure of my heart.