Broken hearts.......not always broken because of romance gone bad. Some hearts get broken by circumstance, others get broken by bad choices, some get broken by fate. I have had a broken heart.......by all of the above.
I know that you make it through, hopefully wiser.
I have broken hearts(by all of the above), but never on purpose, never with harmful intent. Breaking hearts is tough also. Today I broke Jordan's heart( he is three).......and my own heart broke too. We were going on a "trip"(anyplace he goes is a trip) to Walmart. As I was getting his car seat in Ingrid(my car) I turned to see him picking a mushroom that had sprouted overnight in our yard. I told him we needed to go in and wash our hands, because some mushrooms could make you really sick and I did not know if the one he picked was good or bad. We washed our hands, and then the tears begin to fall down his cheeks......big huge tears.......and he told me he was too tired to take our trip, he just wanted to go home. He was beside himself, I called his grandmother to let her know what was going on, and he cried even harder.......by now his little body was racked with sobs. At this point I did not know if he was sick, or what was going on.
He finally sobbed and told me he wanted a bath.......( he knows a bath always makes you feel better) and after the bath, we cuddled.......it dawned on my thick skull what had happened. He is always picking flowers for me, and my response is always one of joy.......today, was different and it broke his little heart into a million pieces. I know he has to know about not picking mushrooms, but my heart broke into a million pieces also when I realized what had happened.
After cookies and milk, and much cuddling, we took our "trip" and all was well. But I have thought about that little broken heart all day. And I remembered all the times through the years, my heart has been broken.......by grief, illness, death, loss, embarrassment, and of course love. Nothing like heartbreak, it is a lesson never forgotten.......one of life's most bitter pills to swallow.
By the way,my very first heartbreak.........I was Jordan's age, and I had just gotten new frilly panties.....my favorite Aunt and Uncle came to visit.....I was so excited, I pulled my dress over my head for them to see my ruffles....they laughed, and my embarrassed mother spanked me....broken heart by humiliation. But, I guess in some way, most of them come from humiliation, don 't they?