Today, we're jumping in our time machine and going back to the year 2010. This is the year there was a major earthquake in Haiti which devastated Port au Prince (a city in which I once worked), Simon Cowell left American Idol (a show I once watched) and my then eleven-year-old son announced that I am The Breaker (a job title I still hold).
We were in the car. My son was mentioning (again) that his major injuries always seem to happen on his Daddy's watch (i.e. concussion slamming into a tree on a rope swing, broken arm falling off the workbench as a tot and that sort of thing). What he said was true.
I told him that his father's job was to toughen him up and my job is always to make sure that his father doesn't inadvertently kill him.
That's when my son announced that he considers me to be The Breaker.
I asked what that meant.
He said his father is like the 'circuit' and when the circuit surges or gets out of control, I'm the 'breaker' that shuts it down before the light bulb gets broken.
One of my favorite analogies ever. I am, indeed, The Breaker (and I am sure many other mother's can relate to this as well).
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