Love that youngest child's hat! |
The Husband decided to bake some cake-mix cookies with them. They all pitched in to help not only with the preparation, but also with the consumption. The Husband got out all the equipment, including this bowl.
I had to mentally laugh at myself. Every time he gets out a glass bowl to mix something in I have an imaginary argument with myself.
You see, I grew up in a family that was very poor. In all aspects of the word. We barely had enough to get by on. Too little income for too many people. Everything we had was cheap. And the cheaper the better. No china, no high end furniture or cars. Just cheap everything.
We've had this bowl - unbroken - for over 20 years. |
Now, there's nothing wrong with The Husband using this glass bowl for mixing. But just the thought of those electric mixer beaters hitting the glass gives me the shudders. I always picture it shattering. Horrors!
And the thing that gives me pause? That this relic emotion/response from my childhood still prompts that kind of reaction from me after all these years. It's a puzzlement to me that it does.
Childhood experience is really hard to get rid of isn't it. At least the ones that hurt or make us feel less than or are negative in some way. How many happy memories can you bring up in your heart?
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