This was actually pretty funny to watch. After explaining to Adam that he needs to be nice to the plants, he was trying to rub it’s little leaves, when it accidentally fell. He got so startled when it fell. I gave him a hug and told him it was an accident and it’s ok, things break.
This will come as a shock to….well no one that I know..but growing up I was pretty clumsy. Ok, I’m still pretty clumsy. I remember one of my ex boyfriends used to get so mad at me when I broke something. This would infuriate me. I hadn’t done it on purpose. I know I could have been more careful, but once something is broken there isn’t much you can do besides move on.
There are two main moments in my life that stand out where I broke something. I remember these moments not because I broke something but because of how the other person reacted when I broke it.
The first was when I was about 13. I had walked home from school and I didn’t have my keys (a common theme in my youth since the door was often open- my dad’s philosophy was if someone wanted to break in they easily could and this way he wouldn’t have to replace the door as well). It was cold and I was knocking on the glass pane to our side door, probably harder than I should have, when the whole pane shattered (there were 8 panes on the top of the door so it wasn’t a huge piece of glass). I remember so clearly though being so worried that I would get in trouble that I ran around the corner and hid for quite some time. When I was finally too cold to wait any longer I headed home ready to face the wrath. My father was home and he hardly even reacted. He checked to make sure my hand was all right and then we went to Home Depot (our second home back then) to get a new pane. Thinking about this day I still can’t remember why I was so worried, I’m sure with three not so careful kids my parents must have had A LOT of breakage)
The second time I was younger, maybe 10. I had gone fishing with friends of the family and their son. It was the end of the day and we were waiting to load all of our poles and towels and caught fish into the car. I was tired and wanted to sit, so I sat on the cooler. Only problem was it was styrofoam. It of course couldn’t hold the weight of a ten year old girl and collapsed. I felt awful and fully expected to be in trouble, these weren’t my parents and they had been so nice to take me out fishing and now I had destroyed their cooler (looking back I guess styrofoam coolers aren’t that’s expensive). Of course there was no negative reaction at all. Just confirmation I was alright and that was all.
It’s funny the moments that stick in my mind. I want to make sure when Adam accidentally breaks something, he doesn’t remember that moment when his mom yelled at him for breaking something but how the first thing she did was make sure he was alright and then help him clean up.
But let’s hope he takes after Randy when it comes to clumsiness 🙂
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