Musings of an Italian-American Catholic wife, mother, and writer.
My son is 25. He has every single Hot Wheel and Matchbox car saved for, "The children I'm not going to have."Add to that Lego and many books.It gives me hope!
My boys are 27 and 16 and our daughter is 23. We still have an attic full of hot wheels and Barbies. There are also tons of superheroes and legos next tot eh American Girl Dolls. When friends with children come over I am like a fairy Godmother. They love visiting the toy shop. Maybe someday there will be grandkids. Meanwhile hang onto all of it., You and they will be so glad
E' vero, a volte un piccolo oggetto può avere un grande valore perchè ci riporta alla mente dei ricordi preziosi a volte dimenticati. Tante cose si possono regalare o gettare, ma non riusciamo a separarci da alcuni piccoli oggetti che ci danno ancora delle forti emozioni e ci riportano indietro nel tempo a dei momenti felici.Delle piccole conchiglie o una foglia d'acero prese in Canada, un buffo cappello a forma di hamburger americano, un piccolo sasso colorato trovato da Chiara...per me sono cose molto care e importanti.
We were just going through a handful of matchbox cars the other day -- all of them have a "name" -- one is "Mommy's car" because it looks like my blue minivan; one is just "Hotrod; one is "Mr. Slop"... You get the picture -- and every one has its own story and memory for the little boys. But, they quizzed me on them and I couldn't remember a thing about any of them, except the one that looked like my car, of course. They were very annoyed with my lack of reminiscence... like, "Seriously, Mommy; don't you have any sense of priorities, or what?"
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