As he looked intently into Nana’s face, the look in my grandson’s eyes said it all. Beckham spoke no words, but rather had a stare that silently communicated “I’m sorry,” for a beautiful object nestled in his little hands fell onto the ground, shattering parts asunder.  It all started when Beckham (three years old) had eyed a beautiful ceramic red bird sitting around my mother’s home. The beauty of the bird drew his attention, and the mere thought of holding it generated much excitement. As he sauntered around the room, protecting it as best he could, it was as if the little fellow were holding gold. Beckham’s tender heart had grown quite fond of his new little friend. As my grandson continued playing with the bird, suddenly his walk was disturbed by a stumble. Instantly, Beckham watched as the bird fell out of his grasped hands, crashing onto the floor.…