TamraPrecious Little
November 1st 2008 07:23
These booties were made for walking
It’s amazing what you keep, isn’t it. I was cleaning out the wardrobe in one of the kid’s rooms and came across the little pregnancy tab that had confirmed my first pregnancy. A thin, desiccated, strip of cardboard. That had been weed on no less. It was a tiny representation of what enormous changes were to come.
I was about to throw it out. I hesitated, then put it back in the wardrobe. It was a legitimate part of the collective, the family experience, and it had to stay.
Now, I am a bit of a hoarder, but I like to think I keep interesting things. Things that might (read: never) come in handy. Things that mean something. Things I’d like the kids to have when they’re new parents. (Let’s see how long I have to wait for that to happen) Squeezed into that section of the wardrobe I have baby suits, first little jackets, a few nappies (clean ones), baby mats, hair in envelopes from 1st haircuts, 1st shoes and a couple of teddies and a moose. A soft toy one.
How much stuff have you kept from your past or your children’s past? How much are you meant to keep, or cleave away? Is it a parent’s responsibility to be the repository of the familial memories, is that our role? Memoir Preservers for the next generation. Or is it that the major family experiences are so strong, so poignant, you just can't throw away anything that reminds you of them?
Anyway, I wrote about this little phenomenon of being memory keepers in a piece I did for Sydney’s Child a little while ago.
Check it out. I know how much spare time you parents have…
'Preserving the moment'
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