Broken Things, Not Broken People
I just wanted to post a quick blog about a big lesson I learned toady, one that I have struggled with for years with Jackson. Earlier today he threw a remote control at our only TV and permanently damaged the screen. He came up and asked me to "help fix the Tivo please" in a very pleasant tone. I said, "Sure, buddy" and when I got downstairs, I saw the damage. I knelt in front of the broken TV and bent my head forward...in tears. As I cried over yet another costly repair resulting from his anger and/or lack of understanding of how to take care of things, he began to rub my back and kiss my head. He simply said, "You made a mistake and are sorry for the fix it." I felt like, for the first time, I could put his feelings of remorse in front of my own of frustration or self-pity. I learned today that people are more important than things, and I'm ashamed to say that it has taken me a long time to get to this point. Few people outside of a