Since I've been off for the summer, I've been trying to clean out closets and such. When my oldest children were young I had saved some of their best toys and imagined that one day I would pass them on to their children. Somehow those boxes got lost in a move...but this summer I found myself packing away some special toys and blankets I knitted for my youngest and some of my favorite clothes that he wore, thinking that one day I would enjoy caring for and playing with his children using those items.
You know, classic toys like Lincoln Logs and big chunky plastic cars with no batteries, games I made for him myself - customized to his life/world/preferences. Things that I would have loved to see from my parents childhood.
A few times I had to push away the little voice that wanted to shake me and scream at me, "Why are you doing all this - you're not going to have grandchildren in the next three years and after you die this is all going to get thrown away by people who don't share the same nostalgia."
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