My child has seen me many times in recent months standing in our kitchen doorway, staring at our dining room chandelier. Its not just any chandelier... But was purchased in Czech (where dear Mari Haley put up with me going back and forth between the factory stores until Id found THE chandelier). Then, was brought back in pieces in our carry on luggage from Germany to the states (Uhm... Looooots of fun getting wires and mysterious looking [via xray] lamp components through international airport security... Poor Caleb Vines :) ) And then once stateside, my mom took it to a favorite lighting / lamp contact and had it rewired... and then she and Jesse Pedersen gratefully let it live in its box at their house until we were back in civilian life and had a home of our own. So, the kiddo asked me a few weeks ago about my staring and I explained that the chandelier was Mametes favorite part of our house... And that I had been standing there remembering and enjoying the smiles and glee and (over and over in the years since it was finally installed) sheer merriment in her voice when it was on. Today, that same child (with a heart tender to its core and often almost too able to read the hearts around her) accidentally broke one of its crystals. Within seconds she was tattling on herself (and listing a wide range of things she thought should now be taken away). So, I said, but honey, it was a mistake... We all make mistakes To which she - my just-turned-8 amazing daughter - said, but mommy Ive ruined the place you stare at and remember Mametes smile and Im so sorry with everything in me that its my fault. I feel worst that it will make you sad. Now, of course she and I talked through that... that it would not make me sad, about mistakes being part of life, and all we can do is apologize then do our best to help or fix what happened if its possible... And shes going to help me write a letter to the factory (yay for saving paperwork) to get a replacement piece. But, I am (as always) so dearly, deeply grateful to have in my care such a child... who at 8 thought most about (and was more upset by) the heart cost to someone else. I am continually thankful to be raising such a blessing
Posted on: Tue, 29 Apr 2014 04:44:16 +0000
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