Mrs Negative

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Sunday, November 19, 2006

The Time Capsule

My mum is a sentimental hoarder.
I did not inherit this trait.
She has always found it very difficult to part with trinkets, cards, letters, gifts if there is an emotional connection. As a child, I wrote my mum a continual stream of love letters on tiny scraps of paper, usually my notes consisted of a pledge like this:

To Mummy,
I love you.
You are the prettiest and best mum...Love Simone

I would always draw a bird or small creature that would be saying "True!" or "Really!"
She kept every one.
Earlier this year she moved from a 3 bedroom house to a 1 bedroom unit. The downsize suited her, but it meant she had to be very strict on herself & part with many space consuming "treasures".
She filled a box for me & each of my brothers with items she had kept over the years, now ours to hoard....or sort through.
I only went through my box this weekend. I was in raptures unpacking all my childhood goodies. I hadn't seen some of these things for many years. She kept our baby books. Every snippet of information recorded. Our 1st words, a lock of hair at 6 weeks, 6 months...2 years. My baby clothes, booties and hats. My kindy school apron, my first teddy, dolls, my favourite cassettes (Anne Murray: There's a Hippo in My Bathtub) Countless delights. I cooed & purred at toys, jewellry boxes, books. The memories flooding in. I loved these things as a kid.
I have never been more thankful that Mum was a sentimental hoarder. Who knew so much joy could be found under layers of dust?
Thank you Mumma. You are the prettiest and best mum. True, really.


Blogger Thalia said...

What a lovely discovery chest, I can imagine it brought back lots of lovely memories.

Blogger Heather said...

My mom was never a "hang it on the fridge" kind of mom. I eventually started to assume she threw the things I made her away. Years later, when I was snooping for hidden Christmas presents, I found a box of things I had made/drawn. It was better than Christmas presents, it was buried treasure. Tangible memories. Good times.

Blogger Krista said...

ahhhh... what a wonderful post. And I love the pictures. And did you mean to spill your real name?

Blogger Piccinigirl said...

oh I loved this post, whenever I am really down I go to my moms and look through all the photo albums and see where I came from and came through. It is an amazing feeling.
Love the pictures, you and your mom REALLY do ROCK!

Blogger Lut C. said...

I wonder what my mother kept out of all my craftworks. We moved quite a lot, so I guess it's a pretty strict selection.

How nice to have the nice memories to recall.

Blogger Alli said...

That is so sweet!

Blogger Jen said...

very sweet post, aren't mommies the best!

Blogger theoneliner said...

ahhhhhh, thats sweet.

Blogger Just another Jenny said...

It sounds like you were as sweet of a daughter as she was a sweet mother!

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I inherited my mother's claustrophobia which means we both toss out our stuff on a regular basis because burgeoning clutter makes us anxious... and we both often regret what we discard. How lovely for you to have your mother's treasures.

Blogger Drew said...

That is incredibly sweet Mony. I missed reading you.

Blogger Queen of Dysfunction said...

It must have been fun for you to relive those moments while looking through them. I really like the photos you included, very sweet.

Blogger Melissa said...

Ha! When I moved out and got married, I got many school projects/homemade Christmas ornaments, and cards to mom back. It was so fun to go through all of it and it felt like I was right back there in 2nd grade

Blogger Ova Girl said...

Yes, she is indeed. What a lovely caring mumma.

Blogger My Reality said...

What a beautiful gift she has given you - tangible memories. It says so much about her that she has kept everything.


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