When I was very young we were in Paris and the street vendor said we should buy a small tinny replica of Winged Victory. My mother demurred, said we were going to see “the real thing.”
When we walked into the Louvre and she pointed to it—massive, majestic, breathtaking. I asked how much did that one cost?
She said priceless.
You are my real thing, far more priceless than Winged Victory
When I was a little girl we lived in Europe. We went to see the statue Winged Victory, which was impressive.
My mother said it was priceless.
Later along the streets there were vendors selling small plastic replicas. I asked her if these were also priceless?
At the time priceless suggested worthless to me and she explained the difference using the statues–the big one was real and unique–irreplaceable and therefore a price could not be placed on it. The street replicas were ubiquitous and cheap–worthless.
Sometimes I get impatient with my loss of freedom. I want time to run or swim, wake or clean. Modest goals often derailed by the needs of my young children….
Who are busy this week making valentines for me.
Each a reminder they are priceless.
Carrying Light 