Memories
On my fridge I have this jean pocket with magnets on the back of it. It's a really cute idea that a friend gave me as a going away gift when we moved here. The pocket is, obviously, supposed to be used for those little things you need to keep track of.
My pocket was a little over stuffed so I decided to clean it out. Out came the pens and the random scraps of paper. Out came a gift card I didn't know I had (score! $10 to spend at Wal-Mart) and the small pile of library 'book bucks' Vicbowin has been saving up.
I was a little surprised at how much was stuffed into the thing, thinking how ridiculous it was to save junk.
Then way down in the very bottom of the pocket I found a memory.
It was only a small one, a tiny blip in the life of a sweet, gentle little girl, but it was a memory that made me smile... even four years later.
The memory comes in the shape of a tiny image printed onto a piece of paper and taped on both sides in an attempt to protect it from water. I have no idea where or when it first made it's way into our home but it looks something like this:
It's a memory surrounded by the heat of an Arizona sun and the big brown eyes of a four year old girl coming to me full of concern.
"Mommy," Vicbowin says, eyes brimming with sorrow, "this is so sad."
"What is, Love?" I ask half listening.
She hands me the piece of paper that she can't read yet. "This kitty thinks she's a lion."
That's all there is. Just one sweet moment.
I stood there this morning holding that little piece of paper, a slip no larger than my thumb, and I wondered at it still being with us. I was amazed it had survived two moves that stretched nearly half the country. Yet there it was a quiet reminder of my first born child and her kindness.
I turned around and stuck it up on the fridge, out where I could see it during the day. No wonder it's so easy to horde things, when memories can attach themselves to the smallest of objects.
My pocket was a little over stuffed so I decided to clean it out. Out came the pens and the random scraps of paper. Out came a gift card I didn't know I had (score! $10 to spend at Wal-Mart) and the small pile of library 'book bucks' Vicbowin has been saving up.
I was a little surprised at how much was stuffed into the thing, thinking how ridiculous it was to save junk.
Then way down in the very bottom of the pocket I found a memory.
It was only a small one, a tiny blip in the life of a sweet, gentle little girl, but it was a memory that made me smile... even four years later.
The memory comes in the shape of a tiny image printed onto a piece of paper and taped on both sides in an attempt to protect it from water. I have no idea where or when it first made it's way into our home but it looks something like this:
It's a memory surrounded by the heat of an Arizona sun and the big brown eyes of a four year old girl coming to me full of concern.
"Mommy," Vicbowin says, eyes brimming with sorrow, "this is so sad."
"What is, Love?" I ask half listening.
She hands me the piece of paper that she can't read yet. "This kitty thinks she's a lion."
That's all there is. Just one sweet moment.
I stood there this morning holding that little piece of paper, a slip no larger than my thumb, and I wondered at it still being with us. I was amazed it had survived two moves that stretched nearly half the country. Yet there it was a quiet reminder of my first born child and her kindness.
I turned around and stuck it up on the fridge, out where I could see it during the day. No wonder it's so easy to horde things, when memories can attach themselves to the smallest of objects.
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I wanted to thank you for your kind wishes for my aching teeth. They're still sore, but feeling better. I hope your teeth are being kind to you!!!!