Dirty Clean Broken Dishes

We’ve all cut our fingers, sliced like a narrow paper cut. We’ve all felt the glass cup crack in our hands. We’ve all heard the sound of the plate fall from the drying rack onto the tile floor. We’ve all wished in moments time could roll back just for seconds.

When doing the dishes becomes more.

There are, lessons to be had.

Don’t let them pile up. Don’t let the pairing knife soak with the rest. Don’t pretend the porcelain you own is just temporary plastic. And don’t rush. Never rush in caring for the cups half full or empty or just dirty from the coffee you poured that morning.

We bought these five years ago. $1 each when that’s what the Dollar Tree down the street meant. We have the four matching bowls. With now just three plates … guess we no longer have some sort of set.

But my ten year old child learned a lot tonight as he rushed through the washing and split one of our plates in half.

He cried. I didn’t. He wept. I reminded him… be careful what you treasure.

You’re going to cut yourself. You’re going to break some glass. A lot of dishes are going to smash tile floors. Sometimes, they will be yours.

It’s never going to be wrong to wash the dirty dishes. It’s sometimes going to cost a bit of something to get things…