Popped Balloon

September 21, 2010

Over the weekend my family went to a birthday party for the son of a family friend.  We had a great time and when we left my son got to take a balloon home.  This was great until about five minutes down the road when he decided to pop the balloon in the back seat of the car.  After I got done swerving, because I thought I blew out a tire, I realized what happened.  My son was very upset, he kept crying for the balloon and asking me to fix it.  When I told him I couldn’t fix the balloon he started to scream louder. He screamed the whole way home.  I offered to get him a new balloon but he didn’t want a new one, he wanted me to fix the “green balloon.”  I didn’t know what to do so I hugged him and let him cry it out.  Five minutes later he was fine.

How often do we destroy the things we like the most?  Those people we love the most are the ones we hurt the most?

Do you cry?  Do you get angry?  Scream?

Really there is nothing you can do to get back what you have destroyed or bridges you burned. So what are we to do?

I think we should do what my son did.  Cry and let it all out but then it is time to move on

Eventually after the hurt has run its course there is a time we have to move on, that we have to get up, realize we will never get our past back and move forward.

It isn’t easy, sometimes it requires a hug, a pat on the back, someone else to tell us it will be okay, or maybe it requires rehab, counseling, and professional help.  But there is always a movement forward, not to replace what was broken but to start something new to blaze new trails and build new bridges and start a new adventure to see what happens.

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