My small grandson, Sweetie-Pie, brought home secret presents from his school’s Christmas shop. He was so excited: “You are gonna love it, Nana!” I sat in the living room reading, while Sweetie-Pie and Papa worked to wrap the presents. Papa’s was already wrapped in tissue paper from school, so it was okay for him to see the bundle.
Then I heard a crash, followed by a heartbroken, “Oh, Papa! I broke your present…”
I went instantly to the kitchen. What can you say to heartbreak? I held Sweetie-Pie and cried with him. Then I gently pulled the item out of the trash, where Papa had very naturally put it, knowing it was beyond repair. It was the remains of a little snow globe, with a train. (Papa and Sweetie-Pie have shared many an hour watching train crash videos on YouTube.)
“We can keep it. Papa can take the broken glass off. It doesn’t matter that it doesn’t have a globe. We still have this, and it is still cute, and still a present from you.”
So that’s what we did. After a bit Sweetie-Pie could smile again.
“We carry on. We have ourselves and we carry on — in spite of our losses and mistakes, and women, I think, have more than most. ~Susan Fletcher, novelist.