When my children were young – oh those many years ago- I bought each one of them a big plastic tub and put their name on it. As the years went by, I collected school projects, events they performed in, notes they wrote and pictures they drew and slowly filled the box with reminders of their childhood.
Since we are going through a bunch of stuff and purging items we don’t need before we move, I told my youngest that she needed to begin to sort through her stuff and decide what she wanted to keep. Out of the storage unit came 6 big boxes and the tub with her name on it.
She opened the tub and started going through it finding the bracelet I wore in the hospital when she was born, her many school awards, some poetry she wrote, all of her chorus programs, newspaper articles about her, her report cards and the little notes the teachers would write about her progress. This kept her laughing and giggling for at least two hours as she read out loud some of the poems she’d written and handed me things she’d written about Mommy. It was glorious and certainly worth the shoving, lugging, moving and storage of that box (and the other three) for the past 21 years.
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