Back in 1802, when I was married to husband #2, I lived in Southbury, a rural community in the vicinity of where I grew up. My daughter was a teenager and my son was twelve. Neither of them like husband #2. Not too many people did but I was too blind to see what others saw. Our marriage was short lived (a total of two years to the date) so that in itself tells you the story.
However, the house that we lived in had a pond on the property where my son would go and fish for bass. One day when he walked back up to the house, he handed me a plate that he'd found on the trail in the woods. Cleaning the soil off of it, I realized it was pewter. I decided then and there I would keep it forever...not because it was pewter, but because my son gave it to me.
The inscription reads:
A New Discovery"
Oh, one more thing I learned from an eleven year old....it's true! It was he who made a simple yet profound statement to me (while I was married to husband #2) one evening while watching TV in the family room. He said, "Mom, you're not the same person you used to be. He's changed you. You're not even any fun any more."
At the time, that broke my heart.
But it made me see or at least begin to see what had happened to me.