I am afraid of hoarders. Because you guessed it, I am afraid I will become, I mean I'm afraid I am already...a hoarder.
And I am really afraid that my daughter is once again following in my footsteps.
She is more knickknack-y than haorder-ish.
Her room drives me crazy. I am more a stuff everything in drawers and hide piles in closets kind of gal. Lucy displays everything, even one-armed porcelain statues she got out of one of my memory boxes.
Ahhh, memory boxes. I have moved a lot of in my life. But somehow I have managed to keep several large memory boxes. That is the positive side of hoarding-type behavior, I kept a lot of personal little treasures that are insights into my past.
Lucy and I also uncovered a box I had completely forgotten about, my old prom, homecoming and fancy high school dresses. And she and I had fun trying them on.
Do not be fooled, none of the backs of my dresses were zipped up completely.
As Lucy and I looked through all the boxes one Saturday afternoon, I told her stories about all of it. I told her how cool Charlie's Angels were and how they can really never be replaced. She didn't really get the appeal of Cabbage Patch dolls. I told her what my houses were like growing up and about all the fun (okay not all the fun) I had in those old dresses from high school.
She was listening to every word, asking questions, laughing with me and at me. It was a full circle moment. I remember trying on my mom's old prom dresses and wondering just what my life was going to look like. Now I know and I am sharing it with my sweet, knickknack-y little Lucy. And I watch her look in the mirror as we both wonder what is in store for her.
And I am really afraid that my daughter is once again following in my footsteps.
She is more knickknack-y than haorder-ish.
Her room drives me crazy. I am more a stuff everything in drawers and hide piles in closets kind of gal. Lucy displays everything, even one-armed porcelain statues she got out of one of my memory boxes.
Ahhh, memory boxes. I have moved a lot of in my life. But somehow I have managed to keep several large memory boxes. That is the positive side of hoarding-type behavior, I kept a lot of personal little treasures that are insights into my past.
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| Treasures like my Cabbage Patch Doll's adoption papers and the original Charlie's Angels trading cards. Priceless. |
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| The classified ad for the first home my parents bought in Michigan and then sold to build their dream house. |
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| Then I found a piece of wood from that dream house they were building and I even wrote down the date! |
Do not be fooled, none of the backs of my dresses were zipped up completely.
As Lucy and I looked through all the boxes one Saturday afternoon, I told her stories about all of it. I told her how cool Charlie's Angels were and how they can really never be replaced. She didn't really get the appeal of Cabbage Patch dolls. I told her what my houses were like growing up and about all the fun (okay not all the fun) I had in those old dresses from high school.
She was listening to every word, asking questions, laughing with me and at me. It was a full circle moment. I remember trying on my mom's old prom dresses and wondering just what my life was going to look like. Now I know and I am sharing it with my sweet, knickknack-y little Lucy. And I watch her look in the mirror as we both wonder what is in store for her.
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