Several weeks ago, Laryssa was able to spend a week with us and it was fun to have her “home.” While she was here, we had a baby shower for her, did some shopping (for the baby of course) and even celebrated her birthday on her actual birthday!
At the shower, Alycia, Laryssa and me – missing is Audrianna who was at college.
While she was here, I remembered that I had packed away for each of the girls a box of their baby items. I had kept special items (such as what they came home from the hospital in), wrapped them in tissue paper and wrote down the memory of that item. I had Bill get this box from the attic and Laryssa and I went through it on the evening of her birthday.
Laryssa did not know about this box (it was actually a plastic keeper) and she was not as excited to see the items I had saved as I was. She was kind as she pulled out little sleepers, dresses, and baby items – but it was evident that she was not interested in these items for her upcoming baby (there were even a few things that would work for a boy). I, on the other hand, remembered most of the items and still thought they were pretty special.
I then remembered that my mother had done the same for me – she had brought me little dresses that I had worn as a child. They were interesting to look at, but I had no interest in wearing them on my daughters and now Laryssa was treating the items in this box the same way. Then I realized – that I had kept those items for me more than I had kept them for her. The little pink sleeper I had brought her home from the hospital and the dress she wore for her first year’s birthday were special to me not her. She had no connection with those items as I did. Those items were memories for me; memories when I was mothering 2 little girls. I came to realize that Laryssa did not want these items for her baby and soon she and I were laughing at the things I kept… a sweater bag with a teddy bear with colorful balloons to bring a baby (whose sex was unknown) home from the hospital, a stuffed doll that should have been thrown away and clothes that were now stained.
We did find a handmade crotched blanket that Bill’s Mom had made Laryssa. It is timeless and it is the only thing that Laryssa decided to keep out to use for her baby. Since Bill’s Mom is no longer with us, this was a special find.
When it was time to decide what to do with all of these “special items”. I told Laryssa that we could throw it all away – but she packed it all away and back to the attic it went. Probably the next time that box is pulled out will be when we move. I would have been fine to throw it all away now, but it was fun to recognize and remember those sweet baby clothes that I dressed my daughters in. My old friend of bittersweet mothering feelings made a visit again.
Are you saving items for your children with the hopes that it will mean something to them? Once again, I was reminded that the only true treasure we can pass down to our children is our faith – the “stuff’ we work and save for them will not be important to them – it is important to us. So save the “special stuff” if you desire, but be sure to save reminders of your faith, which is the only thing that will last, for the next generation.
I will utter hidden things, things from of old- what we have heard and known, what our fathers have told us.
We will not hide them from their children; we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD, His power, and the wonders He has done.
He decreed statutes for Jacob and established the law in Israel, which He commanded our forefathers to teach their children, so the next generation would know them, even the children yet to be born, and they in turn would tell their children.
Then they would put their trust in God and would not forget His deeds but would keep His commands. Psalm 78: 2-7