>TreasuresPosted: December 28, 2010
>Sometimes it’s hard to let go of the simplest, smallest things. I have small, little, hidden treasures throughout my house. Tucked away here, tucked away there. Most have to hide, because my husband is a master of throwing things away.
I have Mackenzie’s baby quilt on the top shelf of my closet. A dear friend of my mom’s made it from scraps of maternity clothes that she had made for me, when I was pregnant with Mack, so special, especially since my mom’s friend passed away about ten years ago. Mack has a box of treasures from when she was a baby in my closet, a rattle my Dad bought for her, an engineer hat, her first pair of Doc Martens.
I have tubs of photos in the storage under my basement stairs, old year books, old “mix” tapes from my misspent youth.
While cleaning Mea’s room on Sunday, I revisited her special treasure box. I have the outfit she wore the day she came home to us, the dress she wore to our baby shower, her crib shoes, the dress she wore to her adoption finalization, her hospital bracelets, blanket, and hospital t-shirt she went home to her foster mother J in.
It’s been a while since I had visited that box. I have so much emotion caught up in it.
All of these things of course, are things I am not going to be letting go of.
There are silly things, that I just can’t quite seem to make myself get rid of. Like this sign that still hangs on my basement door on both sides….going down and coming up.
|Mack made these…|
Now really, there is no reason that we need this sign on my basement door anymore. Mea tromps up and down the basement stairs (especially when Mack is home) 50 times a day. When Mea first came home, and Mack was getting used to having a baby sister, she needed to be reminded that baby sisters could fall down the stairs. The “close the basement door” conversation got old, until she made herself this reminder. If I take it down I think it needs to go in Mea’s box.
Or maybe one needs to go in Mea’s box, and the other needs to go in Mack’s box. Just for the someday of it. I know I can’t save everything, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting too.