Ever since I held my wonderful little netbook in my hands (which, for the record, was at the beginning of my 3-month hospital stay when I HAD to have contact with the outside world!) I knew this day was coming. Someday it would die, or be destroyed. And in our house, something is much more likely to be destroyed with Bubba around.
Yesterday he was having a great day. He was mellow and played by himself after nap. But something, and I have no earthly idea what, upset him. And when that boy gets upset . . . watch out! He was in the bathroom and he just started screaming. I could hear the situation escalating but by the time I got to him it was too late. He took the toilet plunger, ran out of the bathroom, and started hitting everything in sight. One of those things, unfortunately, was my netbook. (Moment of silence, please.) He hit the screen and it shattered on the inside. I never would have left it open like that but I was following a recipe for dinner. Sigh.
One of the lessons I feel that God has tried to teach me since having Bubba is to not hold too tightly to my possessions. And I really never thought of myself as someone who struggled with that. But my son has moved me to tears on more than one occasion by breaking and destroying things -- my Scentsy candle, Spunky's tennis trophy, a special room decoration that was given to Calico. I know . . . it's just stuff. But it's still a challenge for me. I thank God that he has prepared a place for me that neither moth or rust or little boys can destroy!
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sweet post.
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