JT mentioned hearing on tv how breaking a mirrormeans having seven years of bad luck.
Naturally a discussion on superstitions ensued, but it also reminded me of an incident involving my son 16 years ago.
31 December 1991
New Year’s Eve and we were having a few friends over. I was busy getting the house cleaned up (as you do when you’ve only got one child ). Next on the list was vacuuming, so I proceeded to do that.
My son was 8 months old and had been crawling for two months. He was at that stage where he would crawl to up to furniture and pull himself up to stand.
In the bedroom, where I was vacuuming, we had a black chome floor make up mirroron a stand that would pivot - something a little like this, but less sturdy.
You guessed it. Before I knew it my son had crawled up to the make up mirrorand attempted to pull himself up. As if in slow motion I watched the whole make upmirrorcome crashing down on top of him, proceeding to shatter into what seemed a million pieces.
I froze, as did he - fortunately. Sitting there surrounded by glass. Not a peep. I move to pick him up, fearing the absolute worst.
And would you believe it. NOT A SCRATCH. Nada. Not one tiny mark.
So I don’t know about breaking a mirror bringing seven years of bad luck, seems to me he was pretty lucky.
