Fixing the Broken

“Mommy, it is broken.” I have lost count of how often I have heard these words; words that were always accompanied by tears and sometimes sobs. Tape, glue, string, love and determination. These things came out as I attempted to fix the paper/ toy/ gadget that had not withstood the test of small hands. The job of fixing was never done perfectly and yet my little girls’ sobs quietened down. Especially when I gave the most important part of fixing: the loving hug and cuddle.

My children are no longer five years old and yet they still come to me for fixing: a hole in their shirt, or a book whose pages have fallen out. Bit by bit, they begin to fix things for themselves. These fixings are proudly shown to me afterwards with big smiles. For the moment I know that there is not much “broken” for me to fix. And yet I am on standby knowing that there will be a time in their life when they will need help recovering from broken relationships. Β But in the meantime, I fix the physical that they cannot fix.

What things have you fixed for your children?

(This post was inspired by the Five Minute Friday prompt: Broken)

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47 thoughts on “Fixing the Broken

  1. Your children will always know that you will be there to help repair whatever is broken in their lives, even broken hearts, because you have been there for all the “little” broken things. What a great mom you are!

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  2. Dear Colline
    Oh yes, those broken hearts! How I remember them and how we certainly would never have survived another day with so much heartache.
    Blessings XX
    Mia

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  3. The children in my life who once looked to me and their parents to fix things, are now the ones we turn to for advice. Maybe that’s the best indication that you were the best of parents (the fact that you no longer feel needed).

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    1. What an amazing tribute to your children that you trust their judgement and now see them beyond the confines of the parent-child relationship. Some parents continue to feel greater comfort in maintaining a sense of authority over their children, by struggling to hold onto the role of ‘parent’. By giving that role up, we can relate to our grown children differently. We give credit and respect to our grown children when we do this. This can increase their own sense of confidence in themselves while meeting the demands of adulthood and as parent with their own little ones.

      Like passing the torch, perhaps?

      Life is a journey. Difficult to accept transition for some, but ultimately rewarding if chosen.

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  4. Awww Colline, I was thinking of broken hearts coming up in the next few years. Reminded me of when my little girls’ heart was broken when she was in her late teens. This, you cannot fix. But, you can be there to listen which is much harder and your heart aches for your child as their heart aches. Easier to wipe away the tears and fix things isn’t it?

    My daughter thanked me for not trying to say the right thing or try to fix it, simply listening.

    With grief, nothing but a good listener and your own journey through it seems to help.

    Colline, you are fantastic in this role. Difficult role to take on, but so very important.

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    1. As you suggested, being there to listen is all one needs to do in this case. I think I am getting lots of practise as I listen to stories and complaints about friends and classmates!

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      1. Others can be cruel, at times, can’t they? Just like the book entitied, ‘Everything I Needed to Know About Life, I Learned in Kindergarten’, relating to a variety of other personalities is fantastic practice for all of life’s future challenges in love, friendships… and the workplace.

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  5. Yes for me the days of fixing broken things are long gone. But I have helped to mend a broken heart, a broken car and Size 14 shoelaces lately!

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  6. Great writing – our children are always our baby and we are always a baby to our parents. No matter the circumstances. Just like the words in a country song “the baby” by Blake Shelton

    “I worked a factory in Ohio,
    a shrimp boat in the Bayou,
    I drove a truck in Birmingham.
    Turned 21 in Cincinnati,
    I called home to mom and daddy,
    I said “Your boy is now a man.”
    She said “I don’t care if you’re 80,
    you’ll always be my baby.”

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      1. Wow, this is quite the song. Tears are welling up in my eyes as I write. Reminds me of a mom in LTC I took care of. Her son lived across the country and he couldn’t visit as often as he would like and he would call by phone. Her face would light up and she would look so happy when he would talk to her on the phone even though she could no longer speak to him.

        As she lay dying, her family called and said that her son’s flight was delayed and they wondered if he would make it before she passed. They hoped that he would make it in time . As she lay unresponsive, I took her hand and told her that her son’s flight was delayed and to hold on just a little longer.

        My shift ended. The next day, the family said that remarkably, she passed soon after he arrived but her son was able to say good-bye.

        It’s good to know that we are all someone’s baby. It’s good to know that my son knows he is my baby.

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  7. Perfect how real things grow in life. First mom fixing, then help fixing and last the self fixing. If a parent doesn’t show how to “fix” the child will never be a fixer! Well written, I love it.

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    1. I love your response: showing the child how to fix it. It is surely one of the tasks parents have: to make our children do things for themselves; and to have the confidence to do them.

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  8. Being a mom is a lifetime committment for sure Colline. I also can’t remember how many things I had to fix and still have to but it’s fun and makes you feel needed. Lovely post hon and thanks for sharing. πŸ˜€ *hugs*

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  9. Enjoyed those thoughts Colline. Times change and children grow, and with them their problems become adult type/relationship problems, yet we are still there to fix things for them, even if its just advice these days.
    Emu

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    1. Right now I am using a combination of glue & tape and listening & advice Emu. As I acknowledge that the fixing required by me has changed, I accept that my little ones are growing up.

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  10. Just yesterday my dear old sweet mom told me her great grandson broke a coil to a trinket she had. It was attached to this large coil that he tangled beyond repair, she thought. She said she spent hours on it, couldn’t untangle it, but hated to throw it away. I told her to hold on to it and I would try. In 15 minutes I had it untangled and I was a hero. Yay!
    Cute post, Colline.

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  11. A story filled with love and everything comforting. My son thinks band-aid is magical but more than anything else, just hearing me say.”It’ll be okay,” works wonders as well. Your daughter is blessed to have a very kind and loving mom. Wishing your family all the best.

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    1. The bandaid is the best cure, I have find. Cures all sorts of boo-boos and dries up many tears. And the ones with pictures on them are extra special πŸ™‚

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