You've heard Breakable by Ingrid Michaelson, right?! She sings about how we are quite fragile and quite breakable -- "Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts? Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts."
Yes, I agree, we are fragile. More so than we'd even like to admit most days.
But I disagree about my heart being protected by "rib bones and other various parts."
Because, you see, I allow little parts of my heart to live outside my body.
And there is virtually no protection for them.
I cannot stay with them all day.
I cannot protect them from the inevitable bumps and bruises of life.
I cannot ensure they will not encounter pain.
Real - feel it in your marrow - pain.
In fact, I can virtually guarantee they will.
Because you have to allow for growth and refinement.
But it hurts . . . me when in hurts them.
And, at times, I'd prefer to simply place them back inside my rib bones so I could keep them safe.
Take the blows.
And suffer the discomfort on their behalf.
I can take it myself, but I can't stand watching them take it.
|photo by N.Cole Photography|
And so I'm looking for a bubble. Since they are now too big to place beneath my ribs, I'd like a large bubble in which I can encapsulate them so the world cannot affect their innate confidence and joie de vivre.
Anyone found such a device?