Well, I’m not actually a teapot, nor am I particularly short and stout. I just felt like saying that. At one time or another in our lives, we all want to be something we’re not. Rich, thin, adored, admired, happy, content, full of generosity and goodwill, admired… Ah, yes, the list goes on and on. Most of us, however, don’t want to be known as untalented, normal, run of the mill, dull.
So why would I want to be a teapot?
Well, I was. That was before our first storm hit and we had to clear the snow with our new tractor, Bobo. We got about 8 inches this time around. Not too much – perfect for giving our new tractor its first run at plowing. We were optimistic about it, thinking how quick and easy this was going to be compared to using our snoblower. That was before the tractor got stuck several times, one time almost for good. That time my husband finally conceded that maybe I wasn’t exaggerating when I said the tractor felt like it was going to tip. Empathy always blossoms within us when we experience what someone else went through. It’s the one true way that people can understand what others feel. I felt panic; so did he. I felt like jumping; so did he.