This is a republish to a post I wrote several months ago before anyone ever read Mommy Monologues (besides me that is 🙂
I think that babies are soooo cute when they are around 9 months old. I think that Wolverine is the cutest baby in the world at 9 months old. I also feel my heart breaking every time I hear something go CRASH in my house! He is into everything. I usually feel like I have everything put high up & away. And it amazes me everytime he reaches something that I didn’t think that he could. Sometimes, it can also be so depressing.
When Phatness & I got engaged in December of 2006, my future father-in-law gave me a beautiful Waterford Crystal vase as an engagment/Christmas present. It was gorgeous! I loved it! I loved it so much that it has been in my kitchen either full of flowers or even empty in full view for everyone to see it.
Wolverine has started crawling & pulling himself up to stand. He grabs everything & then pulls it down. He has broken 2 cups, destroyed several books, torn down my alphabetically organized dvd bookshelf, & today he added the most expensive item to the list: MY WATERFORD CRYSTAL VASE!
He wandered into a part of the kitchen where he usually doesn’t play. He’s never discovered that part of the kitchen. I didn’t even think that he would go over there, let alone find a place where he could balance well enough to pull himself up–(I don’t know why I was so totally naive that he wouldn’t eventually find where I kept that vase & not try & pull it down.) I heard him messing with something he wasn’t supposed to, so I went over to him & before I could get there….CRASH! There went the vase and it shattered into a thousand pieces.
This vase probably weighed about 5 lbs, praise God it didn’t land on him, & praise God it didn’t cut him. And once I figured out that he was okay, I let out a small, tiny, kinda loud, but definitely sad scream. The vase also left a dime sized hole in one of the floor tiles (and my heart…I know , I know I’m so dramatic!)
I kept telling myself, “It’s only a thing. It’s only a thing. It’s only a thing.” I quickly realized that I had learned this phrase from my mother. She said this everytime we broke something of value (monetary or sentimental) of hers. One time one of our neighborhood friends broke a porcelin angel that my mother had been given by her grandmother (who had helped raised her no less.) One time she had a camera that she had bought before she had kids, a nice camera, a professional camera, & it went CRASH like my vase. One time, my little sister, broke an entire collection of crystal belonging to my great aunt. This woman had spent her entire adult lifetime collecting this crystal glass collection & little sis destroyed it with one fatal swoop of her hand.
Generations of parents have had valuable things broken. And I know this won’t be the last. But I feel like it started with my car, now it’s the vase. I wonder what’s next? My lesson has been learned: I cleaned the entire area (b/c there is more valuable & sentimental stuff there.) It has all been put away, very high!
I think children teach you amazing lessons. They teach to love someone so totally undcontionally that you would trade all of their pain & sickness & take it for yourself. Your heart fills up with so much joy you think it could burst everytime you see them smile or laugh or do something new. Or your heart aches with pain when you see them sick or hurt or with big crocodile tears running down their face. You want to give them all the happiness in the world & shield them from all of the sadness. But another lesson that I think a child can teach a parent is how to not care so much about personal possessions. I mean yes, I will always want nice things. But I also don’t place the value of that dumb waterford vase over the well-being of my son.
I am so grateful that he didn’t get hurt or that I didn’t have to rush him to the emergency room with a dime sized hole in his head to get stitches. I’m glad that the only thing I was sad about today was that vase being broken. I can replace a vase (maybe not today or tomorrow, but someday.) I only have one Wolverine, I can’t replace him–I wouldn’t change the outcome of today for a vase–not today, not ever.
Have you ever had anything broken by your precious little?!