A funny thing happened this morning... that would not have happened ordinarily. I had the meltdown of all meltdowns this morning. And it was over something that some would call insignificant. Basically, I broke a china tea cup filled with the last cup of coffee from the coffee pot. Yeah... under normal circumstances, it would be just another broken cup, but for me, it was another loss of my mom.
One particular Mother's Day, my Mom had given me a beautiful box of English Dessert Teas and this Beautiful China Tea Cup. ( We had long ago made a pact, that we would not go overboard on gifts... It was just one of those pacts you make because you figure you have time, to spend with each other and to love each other). Anyway... the gift, however humble, meant something to me, because my Mom knew that in the evenings, I would like to sit with a book by the fireplace and pretend to read. I would just silently sit and contemplate. (She would call it brooding, but I prefer to think of it as seriously thinking about whatever was on my mind.) Anyway... I have had the cup for some years (the tea is long gone) and this particular morning... I just picked up the cup to make my morning coffee. I put it on my desk, not thinking, and as I sat down by the computer, the sleeve of my robe, brushed the spoon, which in turn upset the cup and the cup went crashing down. I looked at the mess and burst into tears. In the scheme of things, it's just a broken cup, but I saw another thing that my mother gave me shattered. And I cried like a baby, which in turn woke my son up, and GOD love him, he picked up the mess and was collecting the pieces and was seriously going to try to put the cup back together.
