So yesterday, Rich and I went to Kohl's to, well, I don't really remember why, but we went. Mandi and I went off to look at bathroom stuff for her first bathroom and she found an awesome toothbrush holder. It was pink, held tooth brushes, and had a spinning flower. How cool is that? She picked a theme for her bathroom. She carried the bag out of the store and wanted to hold it in the car. So cute!
Today she was showing all of her friends and just as I said, "Mandi put it on the table before it gets broke," she dropped it on the tile floor. She was devastated. Two of the petals had broken off and it was just not the same. She ran into the other room, sat on the floor, and cried. I told her that I would try to fix it, but I wasn't sure if I could.
As I was crazy-gluing the petals back on the flower, I thought of my angel. My Grammy had painted an angel for me when I was younger than Mandi. The wings on that angel have been mended what appears to be 2 or 3 times. I wouldn't dare throw it away. It's a reminder that I was a kid and I was clumsy. I broke things and my mother probably sat there gluing my prized possessions back together just as I was doing tonight. It isn't perfect, but nothing is. We aren't perfect... she isn't perfect.... Tomorrow morning, she'll see her mended flower and may be a bit disappointed. I just hope she knows that even though she isn't perfect, I'll always love her.
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