Things are just things...by Donna Galderisi
Recently, I was reminded of an important lesson. Things are just things...
After a visit to my parent's, we came home to find a strong odor throughout the house. It was a familiar fragrance but we just couldn't figure it out. We searched about ten minutes and I decided whatever it was didn't matter. Carmie was down for a nap and I need some rest.
Soon, Lizzy came in and cuddled up next to me. She suggested that maybe Carmie had spilled the diffuser on my bed. We went to check. Sure enough the oil had spilled on my headboard, sheets, and pillow. What a disaster! Lizzy was instantly concerned about what the punishment would be for her little brother. I explained that he would be grounded from something and then get a lecture about how he needs to tell us when things happen.
Every few minutes Lizzy would enter the room and make a case for Carmie. As naptime was about up, Lizzy made a tearful confession. Earlier in the day, I had sent her up to get a blanket for me. As she flung the blanket, the diffuser was knocked over. Oil had went everywhere. She thought she had cleaned it all up. She didn't realize the damage to the wood. I could tell that she felt horrible as she offered to repay me for what had happened. As she calmed down, I almost had to laugh. I explained to her that over the past year or so, I have learned that it is only furniture. Furniture that can never be more important than her. With that little statement, her eyes grew with surprise. I continued to remind her that everyone makes mistakes and it isn't the end of the world.
Everyday I see that stain on the wood. I remember how quickly material things go away but my love for Lizzy and Carmie is so unconditional.