It was my daughter’s birthday. Second or third? I am not sure but I distinctly remember the gift she got from one of her friends! A Xylophone. The coloured metal srips were of attractive colours & small enough for to handle.
The neighbour’s child carried it away & it was returned after a fortnight. It did not make a sound! It had lost a footing of one of the plates & now it couldn’t be called “New”! It is years that the incident happened but the hurt I felt it as if yesterday.
Don’t we learn as a parent to control our kid? Anything new & shiny is not his?? It was a parent’s duty to return it safely & intact! I wonder how the child was disciplined later? Such small things then pile up to have a personality.. broken.
Am I being harsh? Maybe. Nowadays I remember events as old as … not hills but atleast 20-24 years ago. Yes, I am set on a path of no comebacks. But the resentment I feel for the inanimate object of long ago should be sorted now. This attachment can be a deterrent in my path now.
So here & now I forgive the one responsible & am free to think of good things. Never to remember the tiny things that did not happen my way.
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