I am going to do my best to not come across as petty and whiny in this post. I realize that I am lucky to have a healthy family with a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. I am grateful for this.
For Ava’s birthday on Sunday, we bought her an iPhone. Not a new one, not even the next-new one. But it was perfect for her and it was exactly what she wanted. She was thrilled to be able to look at Facebook and send wi-fi text messages and take pictures.
The surprise was executed flawlessly. She was surprised and thankful.
Then, the next day – Monday – she went to rehearsal at the local community theatre.
Where her phone was stolen.
I found out about this on Tuesday morning, where I proceeded to worry for the entire day. I still haven’t stopped.
I felt powerless. I was – I AM – furious.
How dare they? How dare someone see something that belonged to my daughter – something she had waited for and hinted for and waited for some more – and just TAKE it? Her BIRTHDAY present? Something that had made her so happy?
And I can’t do anything about it. Nothing.
I realize this is a teaching opportunity. A chance to show that the world kind of sucks and things aren’t fair. A chance to enforce that things are JUST THINGS.
But she’s ten. It was a special birthday. There’s nothing wrong with being ten and having something you want, or being happy that you got it.
I was happy that – for once – we had the capacity to give her something we KNEW she would want and enjoy. And that’s okay, too – isn’t it?
Just once I would like to be able to not try to find the bright side. Just to be able to say that my kid is brokenhearted and I can’t fix it and it sucks.