First of all, I don’t have very many ‘things’ that I LOVE. My personality is such that ‘things’ don’t mean much to me. I am not a big shopper and gifts are not my love language. If you want to show me how much you love me then help me clean my house or help me tackle a big project or just spend time with me……..that is what I love and makes me feel loved.
Well, it just so happens that a few months ago, I found something, a tangible item, that I LOVED.
It was this clock:
My friend Michelle designs and creates the most amazing and fun art pieces and this is one of her clocks. I fell in love with it when I first saw it at our church’s youth ministry auction. So I bid on it and won it.
Now, this is how much I loved that clock:
While my kids were gone to visit my mom last month, I spent the ENTIRE week painting the inside of my house butter yellow and brick red. Inspired by my love of that clock. (That may not be a big deal to some people, but you have to know that I have lived in this house for nearly four years and my walls have been WHITE the whole time because I couldn’t decide what color to paint them.)
Fast forward one month. A little four year old, who shall remain nameless, was tossing and kicking a soft, stuffed, toy ball around in my house. I was at the computer (no surprise there!) when that said four year old hit me in the head with that stuffed ball. I responded by saying “four year old, please stop kicking and throwing that ball, something is going to get broken.”
Fast forward thirty seconds:
I was furious.
Yep, it’s just a clock.
I yelled, screamed and cried in the minutes that followed. I was so mad at that four year old. (Now granted, my reaction what probably accentuated by the raging hormones that have been acompanying my monthly visitor lately, but that is for a different post.)
So here is my dilemma:
Should the nameless four year old (who has practically NO access to money) have all, some or none of the financial obligation of replacing that clock?