Ginger bread house
Just after the New Year, we put back the Christmas tree, socks, candles, and was getting rid of the ginger bread house that my wife, my son, and a few of his friends made together. Kids really liked it. The thing has been on display in our house throughout the whole holiday break.
Now, after so many days, this bread house has become rubberish, and some part was just plain hard, like stone. After telling our son again and again to patiently wait until after the holidays, the thing has become unedible. So we made a deal with him, that he would get some other treat, and we would dump the bread house.
At destruction time, I took it to the sink, broke it by hand, and dropped the pieces to the disposal. Son was standing right by me witnessing the whole process. A minute later, he walked away, slowly, saying "ginger break house was pretty, I want it back", to a corner of the house, hid himself behind a couch, and started dropping tears.
At the age of 5, this might have been his first time to see something he has built, liked, adored, considered beautiful, and been proud of for so long, destroyed in front of his face. Later in his life, he will then learn to target the bigger goal, to be practical, to ignore the small worthless beauties around him in his every day life. He will not blink an eye to throw away things that has once been meaningful and significant to him, because the time has past and he has moved on. He will grow up, and leave behind the innocence and sincerity we all once had. And after all, it is just a ginger bread...
How I wish my son would stay at 5 forever. Oh, but for the bigger good, that would not be a good idea.