Aron’s parents wanted to get rid of a coffee table that Aron’s brother had made, and we took it because it was big and sturdy and similar to our other one. I’d had this old coffee table since 1996.
I LOVED this table. It was long and you could stand on it and it had 2 doors you could open and stash a bunch of blankets or chocolate in. But the reason I’m sad that we put FREE on it and drag it to the front yard is this …
The table had these ends that were open and big enough to put a basket o’ crap under, and all the kids used to climb through the ends when they were small enough.
The other night I watched Eva try to crawl through the ends of the new table, but the ends are too small for storing anything and too small for a baby to crawl through. This made me sad.
Yeah, I get why people love their stuff. It’s because MEMORIES are attached to their stuff. I know I’ll cry like a baby when we move from this house because it’s the house where I brought all my kids after they were born. Joel got upset when he was about 3 because we got rid of our Pontiac Grand Prix and bought a minivan. He was really attached to that car and the memories we’d made in it.
The fact remains that we can’t take any of it with us when we die. Maybe I’ll haunt this house I live in where so many good memories have been made, but it won’t be the same as when I lived the life here. Move on.
Your dead grandma won’t care that you broke her favorite costume jewelry, so quit crying over it. I’m willing to bet she’d much prefer you kiss your kids when you think of her instead of get all upset over something material.
Bottom line and bossy order of the day: Use your stuff, but enjoy the PEOPLE. Put down your cell phone for a minute and stare at someone you love or at a tree. Stop thinking your paperwork or shaving your legs is so detrimental and try to just live a little more for a few minutes a day!
I’m turning into a hippie! Peace out, homeez.
**Crap, I didn't mean to post this. I was re-labeling things to make the blog more simple to navigate and this was OLD and I accidentally published it.
It's a good post, tho', old or not.
ReplyDeleteWell, it was a good "accidental post" none the less. All three of my kids cried when we sold our old Ford Ranger pickup truck. "Trucky" was a favorite because you had to sit in the front seat and only got to ride in it on occasion. Definitely not a family vehicle, but boy were they attached. We had to take pictures of everybody in the driver's seat before we could sell it! They cried and cried...
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you reposted this! Good stuff!
ReplyDeleteA few years ago, a shelf fell off my wall, taking all the knick knacks I had from my Great Grandma Rosie. They all broke and I was in tears. GG Rosie was a really cool lady, with lots of patience. I could TOTALLY see her telling me to go love on Drew rather than crying over her broken trinkets. :)