“Hey Mom, I broke something today,” Sage said as she gave me a hug and walked off.
“Wait, what? What did she break?” My husband overheard our conversation and his ears perked up.
“No worries, we’ll sort it later,” I said as I shoved past him. See this comment on Sage’s is as common as, “Wash your hands,” or, “Turn off the lights when you leave the room.”
There have to be other people like this. The ones who seem to break everything they touch. I’ve seen parents scoop in to grab little hands from touching everything they come across. Okay, I’m that parent. . except I’d don’t just grab little hands, I pick up the curious little critter and wrap my arms around her tightly. This was so much simpler before. Even though she’s super small for her age, my almost 10-year old gets heavy crazy fast. And so now, we are expectant as we walk through the door of home or store. Always prepared to whip out the credit card for the latest breakage replacement.
Sage is always remorseful. The incessant tears and doors slammed after breaking whatever object came across her path has definitely transitioned more into a “yep, I did it again,” comment. For this I am thankful.
Today’s casualty was an Edison bulb. The super cool, stylish, never bright enough and crazy expensive to replace, Edison bulb. I’ve been stockpiling them for our move and realized that I needed to go and add a few more to my ever bulging online shopping cart. This is just one of the many joys of parenting my little ball of energy.