A few years back I got a dumpster. You can read it here.
It was invigorating. It was life changing.
I felt like I threw my children's childhood away.
So it was also sad.
In my 25 minute nightly cleanout, I have assigned places to gift my buckets and buckets of Legos.
Yet another example of me throwing my children's childhood away.
Today, at lunchtime, I snow shoed in the woods behind my house. I suddenly became 12 year old me. I was exploring. I was feeling a tad bit lost. I was in love with nature. I was 12 .
Yes my mom tossed all of my stuffed animals. My mom saved nothing from my childhood.
Yet I remembered.
I remembered the me without stuff.
The stuff just doesn't matter.
What matters is the essence of who we were, are and always will be.
I can not ever throw away my children's childhood. Their childhood lives in their hearts.
Hearts that will be beating way beyond mine.
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Blessings ,
Virginia
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