In The Trash Bag

Didn't realize it had been so long since I posted on my blog. Just haven't been in the blogging mode, I guess. Now that I'm here?????

Took a week off from work to do some much needed craft clean out, throw out, pass on to others. Was quite proud of myself that I was really able to let go of so much, but still more to do.

Funny what you learn about people by what they save. What do you hang onto? I hear people say they never keep anything they don't use all the time. I can't imagine that. I'm one of those mothers/grandmothers that still has the kindergarten announcements for each child & grandchild. I know one day they, too, will go in the trash bag. But not now. Not yet. It makes me smile to read the little stories and poems, even though the thoughts were all jumbled together. I touch the locks of hair from each of my children & see their little faces before the locks were cut. I run my hand across the leather cover of my daddy's Bible and remember when we gave it to him. I read the handwritten poems in my mother's notebook and long to talk to her. I hold my granddaddy's wire rim glasses & picture his children gathered around him while he reads the Bible. These little things have made me who I am. They will be handed down to those I leave behind. Then it will be up to them to decide which memories go in the trash bag. I can imagine the roll of the eyes & the "Gee, thanks Mom."  I think God will let me look down on that, and with a little chuckle I'll say. "Oh, you're sooo welcome."