Beautifully Broken
Is it not peculiar how the smallest of things can bring you to your knees, like a thief in the night your breath is taken away, a knot building in your throat, heat swelling in your eyes, stomach intertwining like the hand of mother and child......... you see it staring you down as if a cataclysmic event is about to occur........A Disney princess balloon at the checkout counter. As most may pass by unfazed, I was enamored by this piece of plastic. Something so seemingly minute has brought an intense revelation. I reflected on how many times we checked out and she would see those Disney princess balloons on a white stick and just ask with all her heart to please take it home. I cannot tell you how many balloons we had, as she treasured these and kept them until they eventually became deflated. This trinket she loved with everything I began to love, because it brought her so much joy; now causes a deep pit of agony so painful it hurts to even breath. I stand motionless in line as the checker scans items of customers in front of me and I begin to wonder; what if the memory of this balloon that incapacitates me so deeply has the ability to devastate others just the same. Not so much the literal Disney princess balloon, but any object. What if pain transcends? What if at any given second as we stand in the checkout line we each have our own ballon on a white stick moment. What I would not give to be able to buy her all the balloons on white sticks now.....
