This morning I was up very early, as typical for the night owl in me. I started thinking about something that happened about 5 years ago.
My older adult daughter was visiting us, we live many miles and states apart.
I knew I wanted to surprise her for her Birthday, I think? I really like giving gifts…I kind of pride myself on giving the perfect gift. I don’t know why. It’s been said that it’s one of the love languages.?
Anyway, a couple of weeks before her visit, I went to a ceramics place and I painted her cat Minerva, as a youngster. It was an extremely detailed plate, that I painted. It took me maybe 9 hours to complete.-I received notification from the store while my daughter was visiting, that the plate was ready after fireing.
I took my daughter to pick up the plate. She’d said that she really hoped I wasn’t giving her another “thing,” but I thought..this is unique, and the whole time I worried about her reaction.
While I was painting the plate, there was a nagging in the back of my mind, that nothing lasts forever.-Watch something happen to this plate! (I’m somewhat 6th sense..) At the time, I still felt had to complete the plate.
So, my daughter was super excited for the wonderful art work I gave her! We got home, to my house. She was holding the plate, which was wrapped, in paper, and a bag. She was holding it like a delicate flower. She was holding it like a treasure, outward, serving style, in both hands. I turned, after I opened the door to the house. She startled, and dropped the plate!
I was upset, obviously. I walked away..in shock. I went somewhere else. I did some deep breathing and tried to let go of the object, the art I created.
I came into my kitchen to find my daughter on the floor, crying. She was so very miserable, and so very sorry it broke.
I helped get her up. I hugged her. I tried to help alleviate what she was feeling. It was a gift after all, to do with, one wanted.-She told me she would glue all the pieces together.-I told her that if she chose to throw it out, I really, didn’t want to know about it…
Permanence. Nothing in life is permanent. It’s all moving, change, and fluid, and transcending,from one moment to the next, from one day, month, year, to the next. And, we’re all just temporary works of art. Admired for a time, remembered for a moment, then fleeting, then gone.. #FamilyAndFriends #Emotions #BreastCancer #Family #PTSD #abandonment