Broken Together
I have a thing about coffee mugs, I love getting new ones from places I've visited and things I've experienced but I don't buy just any mug. I have to have a mug with the right handle, I have to hold it, shake it, pretend to drink from it. I like big handles, ones that my whole hand can fit into and wrap around the mug. I have a few that I use on a daily basis, one for my morning cappuccinos and one or two for my hot tea later in the day/evening.
My favorite morning mug just happened to crash onto the garage floor the other day, breaking into several large chunks. I was a bit saddened but it is after all, only a coffee mug. I took it inside, thinking I'd toss it but became occupied with whatever I had to do for the day. I actually forgot about the mug until this morning.
I woke around 5am, chilled and ready for my hot caffeine. I reached for the canister that holds my espresso beans and that is when I saw it. My mug, glued together, and waiting for me to see. I picked it up and started to cry. Someone knew how much I loved my mug and fixed it, they love me enough to know what that gesture would mean. The mug isn't usable, it has a few missing pieces and cracks but it's beautiful to me.
I thought to myself, I'm like the mug, I fell and cracked, I have pieces missing, we are all like the mug, we all have cracks and missing pieces. We can all be like my son too, we can care enough to pick up someone else's pieces and help put them back together. Something that I am learning is that I have to ask for help, I can't glue myself back together without the love, support and friendship of others. I have to learn to lean on others, I have to trust that I can depend on the people who love me.
My favorite morning mug just happened to crash onto the garage floor the other day, breaking into several large chunks. I was a bit saddened but it is after all, only a coffee mug. I took it inside, thinking I'd toss it but became occupied with whatever I had to do for the day. I actually forgot about the mug until this morning.
I woke around 5am, chilled and ready for my hot caffeine. I reached for the canister that holds my espresso beans and that is when I saw it. My mug, glued together, and waiting for me to see. I picked it up and started to cry. Someone knew how much I loved my mug and fixed it, they love me enough to know what that gesture would mean. The mug isn't usable, it has a few missing pieces and cracks but it's beautiful to me.
I thought to myself, I'm like the mug, I fell and cracked, I have pieces missing, we are all like the mug, we all have cracks and missing pieces. We can all be like my son too, we can care enough to pick up someone else's pieces and help put them back together. Something that I am learning is that I have to ask for help, I can't glue myself back together without the love, support and friendship of others. I have to learn to lean on others, I have to trust that I can depend on the people who love me.
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