Passing it On
There comes a time in all our lives when those cherished possessions from our childhood that we've been hoarding to one day pass on to the next generation, actually have to be, eh-hem, passed down to the next generation.
It's the hardest thing to do - to watch someone else play with your toys and not do it the right way. To hear them change a toy's name. To see them carelessly left on the floor when they are done, because they could never possibly understand the value it holds in your heart.... or even worse... having them say, "no thank you" when you offer something so special to them to have and play with.
Unfortunately at some point, we do each have to part with our past. We do have to give our relics an opportunity to be appreciated again by the next cast of characters... Even if your child doesn't appreciate every toy you've saved for them, someone out there will.
It's that time Gen X... we have to pull out the boxes and begin making the offers. If we're shot down, it may be time to take the remaining items to the goodwill. It's sad to see it go, but when you hold on for someone to someday have, you have to actually let them have it. Other wise what's the point?
Every toy deserves to be loved and played with - Right Woody?
[My daughter is currently on Cloud 9 because of all the fun things I gave her this weekend. The ones that didn't not interest her, she politely told me I could keep them. The best part though is hugging my old stuffies... I slept with one of them last night... ssshhhh....don't tell. ]
[My daughter is currently on Cloud 9 because of all the fun things I gave her this weekend. The ones that didn't not interest her, she politely told me I could keep them. The best part though is hugging my old stuffies... I slept with one of them last night... ssshhhh....don't tell. ]
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