Okay is it just a mom thing or what? I just don't want to let go of precious things from my kids. I love to collect their drawings, their notes, their clothes, their toys, their well their finger prints and foot prints.
Aww, just look at that foot print that I found on the wall. Wall? yes the wall by my bed.
I was cleaning the walls the other day (A very rare thing I do) and I stumbled over this. I didn't have the heart to clean it, and I decided I won't clean it either. LOL I'm not joking.
It's a story I just can't erase.
Let me tell you about it. It's a bit dramatized and maybe a bit fiction but it happens very often here. I can't tell you exactly when it happened just that it did happen. Some time ago.
Here my story.
Once upon a time, there were three little children who loved to walk around with no shoes. Since shoes weren't allowed to be worn in the house, they didn't want to wear them outside either. Well, as the joyful trio went outside to play, not one of them knew just how dirty their feet had gotten.
They played and played and played and finally had to come inside to finish up their school work and chores.
Suddenly, a crazy wild fun man entered the house. They laughed, they screamed they giggled, and ran fast to get away from him. They ran to the hall. They ran to the kitchen. They hid in the bathroom. But to no avail, he kept chasing them. Up the stairs they went in their final attempt to escape his tickling powers.
They ran to the best place to hide in the house: momma's bed. The three dove on the bed and throw the covers over their head.
"Fee Fi Fo FUm, here I come here I come," yelled the wild man and he pounced on the bed after them.
It was no use. The trio was caught in a tickle war.
Feet and arms were flailing about. Laughter was filling the air.
"Stop daddy stop," came the cry of the three.
"We are done," came the little one's reply, and she pushed off the wall to get out of his embrace.
As daddy wasn't sure whether he should stop or start all over again, until he heard the call.
"Dinner," said mom from the kitchen.
Dinner it was. The trio and daddy made their way down to the table. Their hair a mess, their clothes wrinkled but their faces as happy as ever.
Much later when mommy went to tidy the room, she moved their pillows off her bed and there in the corner of her bed up against the wall starred at her: evidence.
A little foot print of the fun day the trio had that day when daddy came home from work.
Well, is it hoarding or sentiment? I like to think the latter.
I don't know about you, but it's so hard to see these little feet grow up.
I just love to look back on their baby clothes and reminisce on their baby years.
Awww.
Well, it's almost spring cleaning and that is so hard for me to do.
I have given away a bunch but I still have boxes of memories still in my garage.
Pray for me to know just what I should keep and what I should give away.
It's a bit of hoarding but a lot of sentiment. LOL
Aww, just look at that foot print that I found on the wall. Wall? yes the wall by my bed.
I was cleaning the walls the other day (A very rare thing I do) and I stumbled over this. I didn't have the heart to clean it, and I decided I won't clean it either. LOL I'm not joking.
It's a story I just can't erase.
Let me tell you about it. It's a bit dramatized and maybe a bit fiction but it happens very often here. I can't tell you exactly when it happened just that it did happen. Some time ago.
Here my story.
Once upon a time, there were three little children who loved to walk around with no shoes. Since shoes weren't allowed to be worn in the house, they didn't want to wear them outside either. Well, as the joyful trio went outside to play, not one of them knew just how dirty their feet had gotten.
They played and played and played and finally had to come inside to finish up their school work and chores.
Suddenly, a crazy wild fun man entered the house. They laughed, they screamed they giggled, and ran fast to get away from him. They ran to the hall. They ran to the kitchen. They hid in the bathroom. But to no avail, he kept chasing them. Up the stairs they went in their final attempt to escape his tickling powers.
They ran to the best place to hide in the house: momma's bed. The three dove on the bed and throw the covers over their head.
"Fee Fi Fo FUm, here I come here I come," yelled the wild man and he pounced on the bed after them.
It was no use. The trio was caught in a tickle war.
Feet and arms were flailing about. Laughter was filling the air.
"Stop daddy stop," came the cry of the three.
"We are done," came the little one's reply, and she pushed off the wall to get out of his embrace.
As daddy wasn't sure whether he should stop or start all over again, until he heard the call.
"Dinner," said mom from the kitchen.
Dinner it was. The trio and daddy made their way down to the table. Their hair a mess, their clothes wrinkled but their faces as happy as ever.
Much later when mommy went to tidy the room, she moved their pillows off her bed and there in the corner of her bed up against the wall starred at her: evidence.
A little foot print of the fun day the trio had that day when daddy came home from work.
Well, is it hoarding or sentiment? I like to think the latter.
I don't know about you, but it's so hard to see these little feet grow up.
I just love to look back on their baby clothes and reminisce on their baby years.
Awww.
Well, it's almost spring cleaning and that is so hard for me to do.
I have given away a bunch but I still have boxes of memories still in my garage.
Pray for me to know just what I should keep and what I should give away.
It's a bit of hoarding but a lot of sentiment. LOL
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