While cleaning out the garage this week I came across a bin I've been lugging back and forth across the country for years. The one with my childhood plaques and awards and various trinkets from yesteryear. I finally decided I'm ready to permanently end my relationship with these fixtures from my past.
Once upon a time I thought it might be fun to have a "trophy shelf" in my house where I could showcase all my fabulous awards. 15 years later, the idea is a laughable one and I decided a great compromise would be to take a few pictures of them, and perhaps have Kyle take a short video of me talking about each one and memories attached to any of them. Kind of for my life history... And then I could ship them off to DI or like place for someone to purchase for a buck to take to some gag gifting gathering.
After trashing the random childhood trinkets, I separated the trophies and plaques into a clear bin to have on hand when I could snag Kyle to video me. Just when I was about to pat myself on the back for parting with useless junk, Cade came home from school and screamed, "WOAH MOM! Can I have all these trophies?!" I told him I wasn't planning on keeping them and he begged to have them for himself. Then Sav joined in and begged to have them, too.
I conceded to let them take them with a silent goal to try again in a few weeks. Cade conceded and let Sav keep the ones that look "girlie" {a lot of the trophies were made unisex-like -- smart}. Cade ran to his room arranged 6 of the trophies on his dresser immediately very carefully and is quite proud of them. "The next time I have a friend over to play, I'm gonna show them all these trophies and they're gonna be like 'wow, Cade, that's so cool!!!!'"
Sav loves her 2 girl trophies and took one to show-and-tell today at preschool. Of course it makes me smile a bit. But before I can think that these kids are just so proud of their mommy and want to cherish her accomplishments, really, it's just something new. And gold for that matter. If it's gold, any kid will think it's valuable!) It has absolutely nothing to do with me.
So, this is yet another reason why sifting through junk and parting with things should be done while no one is around. This is exactly what happens when I try to whittle down Kyle's accumulation of trinkety memories.... which, btw, he is gone this week.
How convenient!
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