With my clumsy slippery hand to leave the phone on the cupboard, it was really no one to blame but myself. Plus I recently swooped the non-slippery casing due to its worn-out condition, I think I've seen this coming...
Quickly chugged aside the phone, I went to hug my girl, and asked her not to cry over a cracked phone. I told her it's not her fault. Besides, it's only a phone! What's the point of crying over it?
That moment, I found myself amazingly calm. If this were to happen 2 months ago, I'd probably reacted differently. It's only true that when you have gotten through bad times, you are able to see things from another perspective. And able to set the priorities differently, in a better way of course.
And I'm glad to be able to soothe and share the lessons to my children right on the spot. Of not making a hoo-ha over small non-living matters in life.
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