I’m a hoarder of memories. I love sentimental things and I keep almost everything. When I mean almost everything I truly mean, everything. I have yearbooks dating back to Elementary School. I have old Bulls tickets from when I went to basketball games. I have notes from old boyfriends dating back to my sophomore year of high school. I have a Tiffany ring my senior high school boyfriend gave me before he broke up with me 3 months later to go to college. I have the first Christmas gift my husband, a necklace, gave me when we were only 21 years old.
I hold onto these things like tokens. My past and my present combined. Obviously several of these past things are just that, in my past. So why still hold onto them? My husband doesn’t get mad if I wear that old ring that was meant for a different promise, or looking back at my old diaries I used to write down when I was 8 years old. I have a stuffed animal that I on occasion still sleep with because a family friend gave it to me when I was 2 and extremely sick with pneumonia. I can’t bring myself to get rid of it. I should, to clear the clutter and realize that the past is obviously staying in the past.
Of course I have new things to hold onto like my daughter’s picture’s that she brings home from school, photographs of her birthday parties and old clothes she used to wear when we first brought her home. It’s so hard to see she’s growing up so fast and too quickly. I realize I may not be the only one who holds onto to sentimental items being small or large. I enjoy going down memory lane at times and remembering that if I hadn’t had that moment that it wouldn’t have brought me to the next, or the next, or even right now.
Yes, I think I’ll keep holding onto these memories and treasures a little longer to share them with my daughter and one day, to hers if I’m lucky.