I was on a weekend of planning with the momco leaders. It started Friday afternoon, the day our extended family went back to USA. That morning I drove them to the airpot at 4 AM. I was tired, to say the least. But I showed up. So far I jumped from one event to another, from one visit to another. A packed summer. And I reached my very limit of brain power and energy.
On the second day of our planning I got a text from my husband that we need to replace the windshield of our car which was parked in our driveway. I couldn’t wrap my head around the information. But it definitely distracted me from our planning meeting.
It turns out the girls were throwing a sharp hard stick in the air to see how high they can through it. The day before conrad asked them not to through stuff at the house, but did they listen? No.
It is possible they thought that throwing things up in the air is the alternative. The break was serious. Conrad sent me a picture. I doubted it was just them. And my mind kept spinning in circles about what I could have done to prevent the incident. Park the car farther, cover the windshield, tell them clearer why they can’t through stuff. The house is filled with toys, volley and basketballs, frisbees, bicycles, skateboards, roller-skates, badminton… and yet they decided to through sharp sticks near our car.
It costs more than $300 to replace the windshield and this kind of damage is not covered under our basic car insurance.
The girls were in bed when I got home. I’m always home. I had one Saturday of planning and being away. They played games, read, walked … Conrad gave them a good time making pancakes and spending the day with them. My mind was heavy with frustration and spinning in circles about what we could have done differently, how can we prevent this, what can they learn from this event, how will we cover the cost… I stared praying that God would lighten my heart about the event that can’t be changed anymore. What is done is done. How can we move forward.
The girls will pay for it with their piggy bank. And when we asked them if they have anything to say about the incident, they said they were sorry. What for? For not listening to dad when he told them to not through sticks.
It’s a dower mood in the house. It’s Weeknd and we can’t drive on rough roads with the crack that expands to the edges of the windshield. I hope we can look back on this incident and laugh.