Heart Space #55: A Broken Buzz
While I was holidaying in Miami with my family, I bought Faith the Buzz Lightyear figurine from Toy Story. She has been crazy about this and the movie for so long, that I thought it would be something nice as a (yet another) gift for her. After I got the toy from WalMart, I realised that one of Buzz's wing could not be closed completely. I gave it a few more nudges, and it became fine. However, 2 weeks later, the same problematic wing could not be closed again. I became so guilty, because I thought I have fixed the issue, and gave up the opportunity to go back and change for a new one.
Few nights ago, as I was playing it with her again, it saddened me to see her trying to retract Buzz' wing again. She knew it was broken, maybe she was just trying her luck. So I took it over to see if I could really dismantle it and fix it. I found out that I needed more tools in order to be able to try, and therefore I told Faith that I will relook at it again when we go back to Singapore.
Me: Faith, I will try to fix it again when we go back to Singapore okay...
Faith : Okay.
Me: I'm so sorry that your Buzz is spoilt and PaPa is sad that he got you a spoilt one, and Buzz's wings cannot be closed.
Faith: It's okay, just pretend that the wings can be closed.
I was really touched by her sincerity of her words and how she can brush such defects aside. She probably felt that it was never a compromise on her part that Buzz was defective. Maybe what matters to her is that she has Buzz and that someone can play it with her.
It makes me wonder just exactly when did we adult lose such innocence and the purity of our hearts? Why do we pick on every little things and make such a big fuss out of it? Are we no longer forgiving and sympathetic to the situation and make the best out of it? Will the situation matter as much as if revisited a few days later?
That night, I have learned a valuable lesson from my baby...
While I was holidaying in Miami with my family, I bought Faith the Buzz Lightyear figurine from Toy Story. She has been crazy about this and the movie for so long, that I thought it would be something nice as a (yet another) gift for her. After I got the toy from WalMart, I realised that one of Buzz's wing could not be closed completely. I gave it a few more nudges, and it became fine. However, 2 weeks later, the same problematic wing could not be closed again. I became so guilty, because I thought I have fixed the issue, and gave up the opportunity to go back and change for a new one.
Few nights ago, as I was playing it with her again, it saddened me to see her trying to retract Buzz' wing again. She knew it was broken, maybe she was just trying her luck. So I took it over to see if I could really dismantle it and fix it. I found out that I needed more tools in order to be able to try, and therefore I told Faith that I will relook at it again when we go back to Singapore.
Me: Faith, I will try to fix it again when we go back to Singapore okay...
Faith : Okay.
Me: I'm so sorry that your Buzz is spoilt and PaPa is sad that he got you a spoilt one, and Buzz's wings cannot be closed.
Faith: It's okay, just pretend that the wings can be closed.
I was really touched by her sincerity of her words and how she can brush such defects aside. She probably felt that it was never a compromise on her part that Buzz was defective. Maybe what matters to her is that she has Buzz and that someone can play it with her.
It makes me wonder just exactly when did we adult lose such innocence and the purity of our hearts? Why do we pick on every little things and make such a big fuss out of it? Are we no longer forgiving and sympathetic to the situation and make the best out of it? Will the situation matter as much as if revisited a few days later?
That night, I have learned a valuable lesson from my baby...
