Going, going…but wait…

Memories…and letting things go. Both kind of go hand-in-hand.

Think about it.

We have those boxes up in the attic, full of items we once used, might use again, or just refuse to part with because, you know, someone might want them? And there’s the underlying valuation of something vintage which just might come into the “highly collectible” arena so, better hold onto it!

I do have my days of standing back and taking a really hard look at “stuff”, deciding that its time has come to move out of my life and memories. Maybe pass things along to a family member who might enjoy having them or, more likely, curse me out for bestowing my misguided generosity on them.

Mostly, I’ve been putting off dealing with focusing on and categorizing items into things worth keeping or cutting emotional cords with objects whose time, and usefulness, has long passed.

For starters…

Christmas items. For me, the most difficult to let go because…okay, I’m passing on this one. For now.

Baby clothes. Each outfit, tiny pair of baby shoes, receiving blankets, Onesies…all bring back memories of when they were worn and what my children were like at that time. And wishing I could live that experience again. We all wish for “do overs”. Don’t deny it!

Kitchen goods. Oh please…copper molds, utensils, cake pans, Pyrex galore, glassware. Time to pack it up and send it out!

Books, school reports, toys. Difficult issue because most should be passed along but first, I’ll spend hours going over the memories behind each one.

Let’s face it, there is no easy way, no satisfactory solution with letting most things make an exit from our lives. The older we get, the more we grasp the memories represented by our belongings, our collections. And, I’ve written several times before on how I hope my family will hold onto much of what I leave behind.

Or curse my existence into eternity.


From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post about something that makes you feel nostalgic. Tell us about something you have been putting off.



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We’re just Mothers…

Hats Off to all mothers…especially those of us who are far from perfect! 

Yes…admit it! 

When we became pregnant, well, not all of us followed the rules during those nine months. Some of us smoked (not me), drank coffee (me) and ate everything which didn’t eat us first. And, when those labor pains started their assault, if there had been a Lamaze book close by, we would have hurled it in our husband’s direction. 

When our baby finally arrived, we were scared and wondered just how in hell we would be able to be a good mother. Trust me, Dr. Spock didn’t help all that much. Neither did the non-stop “advice” from family members which just added to the confusion. Remember when you let your baby cry itself to sleep, and the awful guilt you felt afterwards, especially when a friend criticized you for it? 

Yes, we took shortcuts, often, during the daily battle of getting our kids ready for school. Like believing them when they said they brushed their teeth. And didn’t. Life was just much too hectic to argue as we put them in the car, already running ten minutes late. 

Bedtime. The times it couldn’t come soon enough. Sometimes, you changed the time on the clock, to just speed the process along. 

We ignored the screams from another room while we were on the phone. Admit it, you did! If no one came running towards you, gushing blood or missing a tooth, it was all good. 

And, that Halloween candy that you were going to “check” for safety? You ate it, didn’t you!  

We aren’t perfect, not by a longshot. We’ve lost our patience, yelled and absolutely lost our tempers. And we’ve been ashamed of that.  

How about the teenage years? Times when there were aliens living under your roof and you silently prayed to Scotty to “beam me up”…to anywhere but where you were!  

And the times we’ve let our kids down. Our best intentions fell by the wayside and the memories are permanently stored on our guilt list. We’ve been wrong and learned to be sorry. Hopefully, we’ve learned from our many mistakes. 

If we’ve managed to preserve our sanity and accomplish a great deal, good for us! Frankly, there are no truly perfect mothers. We’re human and destined to screw-up. Each of us mothers in our own special way, not always “by the book” but…it’s done with love, tears and determination.

Hats Off to you, me, and our imperfections! 

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write about a memorable Mother’s Day.
I found it hard to focus on just one day, focusing instead on motherhood itself…from my perspective.
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The gone me.

I miss…being me. 

Somehow, in the past two years, while dealing with the virus pandemic and its continuing aftermath, I’ve lost my edge, whatever that was. 

Who hasn’t? 

Okay, okay, not everyone feels like me but, I’ll bet that if you dig down, deep inside, not everything about the image looking back at you in the mirror is the same. Yes, we’re all older, not necessarily wiser, but damn road-weary of the tumultuous ride life’s taken us on since 2020. 

As much as I enjoy getting out, either to work on my still-limited schedule or just to be part of the mostly unmasked civilization in the stores or restaurants…I’m happier to return home and jump into my pandemic loungewear. Think about it. In some ways, we’ve made it through what I call the “virus gauntlet”, even though the variants continue to threaten everyone. But, either through the vaccination process, or the benefit of any natural immunity incurred from getting Covid or one of its offsprings, we’ve become a lot more resilient and less impacted by all the previous virus hysteria of the past two years.

But just as we were all ready to pick up life’s virus-shattered pieces, along comes a political/financial type of influenza…full-blown inflation and skyrocketing gas prices which our fearless leader attributes to the Russian assault on Ukraine.  C’mon man!! I won’t go into some exhaustive diatribe on this issue even though my inner, sarcastic, child is throwing a tantrum in my head. That…is a rant for another day. Sadly, more and more of such days are heading our way. 

I long to get back to the me who embraced each new day and whatever it brought my way. I laughed more and enjoyed life’s simple pleasures. Maybe I took too much for granted, maybe I ignored mortality staring back at me in the mirror, like it does now. For all of us. 

I miss the me who didn’t give a rat’s ass about matters out of my control. I miss the me who can usually rise to most occasions and take charge. And some people in my life have chosen to be distant, for a myriad of reasons, both personal and likely political, I miss the interactions with them. The current state of our world and its issues has brought so much divisiveness between us all. We need to realize that life is just too damn short to spend time hiding in some corner of our existence on this angry planet.

From Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop…Write a blog post about something you miss.

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