Do you remember you first money box? What were you saving money for? Personally, I do not remember what I was saving for, but I remember the moment of my saving glory. It was when my parents had to borrow some money from me. That was a gorgeous moment of some financial independence, when in fact, my parents just needed some coins for a telephone booth. My glorious money box was a ceramic piggy money box. It was presented to me by my grandparents for some not so big holiday, like the last day of my fifth year at school. It was a blue piggy money box with which I lived through my most challenging and romantic teen years: first date, first sleep-out, and first kiss. All the time my piggy money box was with me. It was with me even when I happily got married and when our first child Debora was born. It was a piggy money box from which one could hardly get any money back - if not break it. But sometimes I managed to safely get some coins from the money box. And then Debora learned that it is possible, not only to put coins in there, but to get them out as well. And this old fun piggy money box was with us when it was Debora's first date and sleep-out and even her first kiss.

But then the awful day came. Our younger son John was looking for something and accidentally pushed the money box and broke it. He knew how much the money box meant for me because my grandparents had passed away already. For some time he was embarrassed to tell me about the accident, but still he had, too. The very day he told me about the piggy money box we decided to take all the coins that were in the money box and go shopping for a new piggy. There were so many so different money-boxes, that for a long time, it was very difficult to decide which one is the best. We found piggy-astronaut, piggy-president, and piggy-butterfly. They all were so cute and funny, but neither me, nor my son, felt good about them. Soon, however, we found something really gorgeous. The blue ceramic piggy money-box, absolutely the same as the broken one. And that was the moment I cried. We bought it and brought it home and put it in the same place where the old one stood. In the evening my son said something he really wanted to say but the whole piggy accident prevented him from it. My husband and I were going to become grandparents for the second time - my son and his wife were expecting their another child!

Yesterday our younger grandchild put his first coin in the piggy money-box. And we have already seen that the older grandchild, Mary, can fish some coins out of it without any damage. And surely we all understand that the thing is not in a money-box but in family and traditions that make us closer. I believe both Debora and John feel something special for the money-box. For the whole our family it is a symbol of stability and quiet family corner. We are afraid to break it again, but now we have some experience and know, that the stability and family corner is not in a piggy money-box but in our hearts and it is better intentionally to break money-box for thousand of times than just once accidentally break the heart of anyone in our family.