Broken Trust
One problem I remember was a time when our son Bob broke our trust and lied to his mother and me. He was still young, dating Linda, his wife-to-be, and was only allowed to see her on certain nights. Well, one night he wanted to see her without permission and told us he was at his friend’s house. When we found out the truth, there was a real scene between us. He had violated our trust; it was like a crack in a fine cup that marred its appearance. In the confrontation, I smashed a fine English tea cup on the floor and told Bob that to restore our trust would be like gluing that cup back together again.
He said, “I don’t know if I can do that.”
And I said, “Well, that’s how hard it is to build confidence and trust again.”
The outcome was that Bob spent literally weeks carefully gluing the pieces together until he finished. He learned a very important lesson.