I fully believe that making memories is more important than collecting things. But what happens when certain “things” are emotionally connected to memory-making, especially for children?
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a nurse. It was an obsession that lasted a number of years. I had a darling dress-up nurse costume I wore at Halloween and every other opportunity. My grandma, who worked at a college where there was a nursing program, even went the extra mile to get me a “real” nurse’s hat. It was awesome. I carried around a bag proclaiming, “I wish I were a nurse,” with important nurse accessories inside like medicines, a glass thermometer (standard then, not so much now) and Band-Aids.
I WISH I WERE A NURSE
By the time I declared my passionate intention to be a nurse to my 2nd grade teacher, she had already recognized that I was (OK, am) an overachiever. She told me I needed to go to medical school and become a doctor instead. That was enough for me, and becoming a doctor remained my goal until my first biology class… which was when I realized I would much rather dissect paragraphs and policy than once-living creatures of any kind.
But back to the bag. It contained childhood dreams and aspirations. And for 30+ years, that bag and its contents have been waiting to be loved by my own daughter. As we went through a box of my childhood toys, I was so excited for her to be thrilled about my red nurse bag. At 7 years old, I figured she was just the right age.
“Would you like to have this, sweetheart? You could play with it like I did.”
With questioning eyebrows and hesitant smile in hopes of not offending me, “We could give it to D.I…. ??”
D.I. is short for Deseret Industries, a thrift store where we donate our outgrown toys and clothes. Apparently storing it all these years was presumptuous and unnecessary.
So I guess this is farewell to the nurse bag.
But the memory now lives on through the written word and picture captured here. She may not want the bag, but I do want the memory. And perhaps she will, too, one day. So I’m curating it here, and recognizing the importance of collecting memories, not things.
Collect memories, not things.
That has become a focus for me the last number of months, working to simplify and avoid collecting more “stuff,” opting instead to make memories together for birthdays and holidays, etc. I have spent time culling and purging, though I still have a long way to go. I feel good about this path and the effort to streamline.
Enter the bin of Halloween decorations.
I quickly removed a few “less favorite” items and headed to our donation bag. Little sister stopped me:
HER: “Where are you taking that? It goes right here. It hangs on this nail in the wall.”
ME: “I thought we might not put it out this year. We have other more special decorations, plus all your homemade art projects since preschool that we hang up for Halloween.”
HER: “Mom, we have to put it out. It ALWAYS goes RIGHT HERE.”
ME: [in my head] It’s ugly and store-bought and we have too much stuff! And is that really where it always goes? Wow. how do you remember that?
Big brother- though older and tougher and not sentimental- surprised me by heartily agreeing with Little Sister that each of the decorations, including ugly and non-sentimental ones, needed to be placed in the exact spot they remember.
So I started thinking again…
It is more important to save memories than stuff.
BUT sometimes it’s the stuff that makes the memories.
Right? Apparently my children’s memories of this holiday are attached to some of our stuff.
So what now???
What are your thoughts? I’d love to hear how you prioritize memory making and your philosophy about the myriad of “stuff” that makes memories in our families, especially around holiday traditions and decor.
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