I was frustrated. I was disappointed about losing a plate from my set of 12, but thank God I was also able to realize in that moment that my daughter was more important than any plate I could ever own. I went over to her and consoled her. I remember her saying, "You aren't mad?" "No, I am not mad", I said. "In fact, I have a great idea."
We collected all of the pieces of the plate that had shattered on the floor and put them in a plastic bag. Some pieces were big and some were small. I swept up the shards and the teeny, tiny pieces which were left on the floor. I told Madison we would do something special with the broken pieces later.
A week or two later, she and I sat down at the kitchen table and proceeded to make a trivet out of the broken plate which she had dropped. I told her that sometimes when something is broken we think it is trash and beyond repair. What I wanted to show her was how to take the broken pieces and turn them into something beautiful.
She and I both took turns hitting the bigger pieces of the plate with the hammer until we had lots of pieces which were all about the same size. We found a box which the bottom was the shape and size I wanted, and I lined it with plastic wrap. I mixed the plaster of Paris according to the package directions. I poured the plaster into my mold, and we pressed the pieces of the broken plate into the plaster. We let it dry, and them popped it out of the mold.
I wish I would have thought to make a trivet out of each kid's broken plates, because they have all broken their share of plates. Then I could have written their name on the back of each one and kept them or handed them down to them eventually. Hey, maybe I could still do that, because I am sure there will probably be more plates broken!
It is just such a great project to do with your kids. It is a great lesson in repurposing. It is a great lesson for mom too that a broken plate is not that big of a deal. It is surely not more important than my child's heart.