Thursday, April 05, 2012
Half a Cup Is Enough for Some
So, I haven't written anything in quite awhile. I guess that means that sometimes life can just be...well...life. And when you're dealing with six growing children, jobs, a friend going through chemo and getting ready for Pesach, it's usually a good sign when life is just life.
With that said, here's a quick cute story from the family.
I think Amichai may be our eternal optimist. It's possible that his head is in the clouds far enough that he just doesn't see what's going on; but it's also possible that he's just got a great, optimistic disposition.
So, last week when we were setting the table for Shabbat, I handed him two glasses. As I was handing him the glasses (yes, made of real glass), I thought to myself that it was probably a bad idea.
And just as I was rethinking the decision, Amichai clinked them together - and glass went everywhere.
And there stood Amichai, looking quite surprised, surrounded by glass and holding a shattered cup.
The good news, of course, was that he wasn't hurt. The bad news? Well, the cup had seen better days.
"Oh Amichai!" I said, showing some of my frustration. "You broke the cup. Look at it."
Looking down at the jagged part still in his hand, Amichai thought for a second. Then, with a sparkle in his eye, he raised the cup as if to make a toast and said, "Well, it's still half a cup!"
He doesn't know the expression about the glass half full or half empty - but this is definitely a kid who looks at a broken, ruined cup and declares that it's still "half a cup."
And we all cracked up and started sweeping up glass shards.
Lesson learned from the ever-optimistic seven year old.