Thursday, June 10, 2010

a broken plate

This plate got my eldest child (10) to his birth from a family friend:


Yesterday it broke. Usually I do not get very sentimental about broken things. But this plate has so many sweet memories connected with it. My four oldest learned the alphabet while eating their bread. First the first letter of their own name, than Mama's and Papa's letters, than their siblings... grandparents... uncles and aunts... (they have so many aunts and uncles that by that time we covered nearly every letter...)


How is baby boy going to learn the alphabet?

2 comments:

Tricia Rose said...

You could glue it together and display it, like a sacred relic...
And the baby will start a new tradition.

Margitta said...

god idea! I think I rescue it from the trash bin! :)