I seem to apply meaning to things all the time.
I don’t mean to, but it just happens.
Just last night, a whole wall shelf came tumbling down with all it’s books, decorative things and precious knick-knacks. No I don’t blame the strong Ikea construction *smile* – but only my thoughtlessly placed collection of design and inspirational books. Thoughtless, because who in their right mind puts close to ten heavy hardcover books on one shelf. In my defence; they did look pretty with it’s bright and colourful spines.
But they didn’t stand a chance and they knew it. The books as well as a few photo frames, whose glass shield cracked in many places – all tumbled down. It’s a good thing that I didn’t have any mirrors placed up there because my span of bad luck would have continued for another millennia.
What was up there, and got hit the most, was a mama figurine that was very special.
I eyed the pretty soapstone mother and child for a while on my last vacation to the Dominican, that was now over two years ago. I finally decided to make her my souvenir and took her home. When I returned back to my family, because yes – I went without them, and went on a healing trip with my sister only. But when I returned, my curious little one-and-a-half year old then, pleaded to play with her. Silly me, I gave her the soapstone mama and a few minutes later. Clank. She fell down, and down fell her head.
A few months later, I get my diagnosis and under the knife I went (a thymectomy to be exact). Recovering, I realized this wasn’t just a broken figurine – that was a sign with a clear mark pointing to my neck. Eventually she got crazy-glued in place and a remarkable thing happened – I got better. Physically and emotionally I was feeling better. I was healing with just a scar on my neck similar to the scar on the mama figurine.
Skip ahead a year or so – to umm… yesterday. The shelf falls down, everything falls with it. And there she is again, a broken mama.
- – Is it another sign? – -
Don’t know. But I already booked a doctor’s visit to get me referrals to have all kinds of tests done for… you know it. For my abdomen, digestive issues, intestinal health – anything in *that* area on my broken mama. And who knows, maybe I’ll need a new surgery on my neck again – the signs are all there.
On a happier note, my daughter saw the broken mama and said “at least nothing happened to the baby”…….
Oh thank goodness – yes. Nothing happened to the baby, my baby!
I know I’m weird and analyze things too much…..
Do you sometimes believe in signs?
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