Important Things
The wind is playing havoc with hair, children’s moods and my cat Molly. She’s turned into a minx. Let me clarify. Instead of being a mild-mannered cat with decorum to boot, she’s behaving as if she were a kitten half her age (3) and broken a piece of blue pottery that I had rather an affection for! Is she forgiven? No. Not just yet!
Years ago I made a decision that people were more important than things. Why? Because things for the most part are replaceable. More or less. I’ve watched friends and kept my judgements to myself about how intact they left their child/ren after an accidental breakage.
Children are naturally exhuberant, ninety-nine point nine percent of breakages by a child/ren qualified to be called a minor are purely accidental. That is, no-one knew or imagined the world would come to an end when a breakage occurred. Least of all the child/ren. Why it did I’ll never understand!
And I think I’ve seen more children than I can count on my left hand be verbally slaughtered (tough language but not too far from the mark) over the breakage of a ‘thing’ or ‘things’. My apologies to Collectors. I do know your perspective as well. But I side with children on this one.
Feelings a given, I just want to say, things don’t have feelings. They do however have a value that adults (mostly) attach to them. Herein is the real rub. this I believe is why the adults shout and carry on. Shouldn’t adults know better?
