I seem to have been hit with early spring fever. Today, I cannot stop cleaning and decluttering. I really do not see myself as “attached” to many things, until I have to start making decisions about what stays or goes. I finally hit desperation and called in my youngest two children. “Which of these videos should we keep, and which ones should we get rid of?” I asked them both.
“Ooh, let’s get rid of this Gulliver’s Travels because it was creepy,” said the youngest. Followed by, “But let’s keep this version of Gulliver’s Travels because it may be old, but it’s good,” declared the sibling.
“What? How did we get two versions of the same movie?” I say out loud.
My children suggest we get rid of Dora the Explorer, but I remind them of a friend who visits and loves these movies. We finally find three movies that we all agree that we can get rid of–one of those gift sets from a bachelor uncle-type who thought they were kid movies, but they really were not.
Then very nonchalantly, my dear children actually suggest we get rid of Care Bears. Now, those are fighting words! “I’m not ready to get rid of those yet,” I reply, as I pull each Care Bear video out and sit down to look them over. I am thrown back to a time when my children were toddlers, and goldfish were treats. By the time I look back up from looking back, the children have left the room.
I put the videos back away and move on to the next area to clean. So much for letting go! I sure hope this gets easier as I get older.
I know we tend to gloss over things in the past and make them better than they were. But this morning, I am finding tremendous joy in my memories of childhood. Come down memory lane with me!
Some of my favorite memories….
Walking to the five and dime store with a dollar, and coming home with a bag full of candy.
Riding double on a banana-seat bicycle with my sister who always ended up doing the pedaling because I was a wimp (no helmets required).
Live on Broadway or the Driveway:
Going to the library (yes, the library) to find plays which we could perform for the neighborhood moms. I even remember part of the name: “Strawberry Cake with Pink Lemonade Icing.”
Playing football, baseball, soccer, volleyball, softball, and hockey in your yard or the street with the neighborhood kids, and playing any sport I wanted to try at any age because sports were only a 6-week commitment and no one expected you to pick your sport in Kindergarten. (Note: This required knowing your neighbors and that they actually decided to have children.)
Homemade Family Dinners:
Waiting for my Dad’s car to round the corner and racing him home for dinner which was always homemade from scratch.
Dial Phone with Chord:
Sitting on the very top stair with the long cord that one of my sisters convinced my parents to buy and talking with friends until the next sibling needed the phone. Never having to worry about carrying a phone or checking a phone or losing a phone.
I hope you found joy in this trip down memory lane. Please share if you have memories that bring you joy from this time, too!