broken glass

Robin broke my mirror this morning. It was just a little hand one from Wal-Mart. I didn't yell at her (amazingly). But I wasn't sure how to handle this. We had just talked for probably over 2 minutes about being careful with it because it was glass. We discussed which part was glass, which part was plastic. Then....she dropped it.....and ran off bawling. When she finally appeared several minutes later, still crying, I chose grace. I forgave her without all the 'but next time' or 'see, mommy told you...'. I held her while she cried a while longer - she's the cry-er - and then it was over. I'm still not sure I did the right thing but it's over.