Can you fix it?

My mum was on the phone yesterday as I did some chores in the kitchen. She was gisting me about the many everyday life things she tells me about when one of my ceramic plates fell and broke.

“Oh…”, I shouted in shock and dissapointment, “…my plate fell”.  The sadness was evident in my voice.

“Pele, is it a plate you can buy back?” she asked.

My sadness disappeared in an instant as I responded “yes”. That question and answer immediately reset the little broken moment.

If I can fix it, why should I be sad about it?

It immediately dawned on me how the lesson had little to do with a broken plate and more to do with life, especially a ‘broken life’.