Of Sentimental Value
Leaving the old behind I step into the New with dogged determination resolute and determined to hold fast, just as I do at the dawn of every New Year, to another resolution.
To lose the squirrel in me it is, this time around.
What is normally a struggle through the year for me I decide to step it up in full intensity while the grit holds fresh fortitude.
Operation ‘Clear – Clutter’ commences in full vigor. Cabinets, Cupboards, Boxes, Trunks, Suitcases all thrown open, are ransacked and rummaged through.
In diverse shapes and sizes they start appearing from past years, not one , not two, but twenty to fifty years and perhaps more. Not in tatters or scraps but in perfect, just- as- new form.
Full kudos to Mother who, had tucked these away in her trove of treasures, safe and secure. My eldest sister’s baby cap, a tiny incomplete crocheted sweater of mine when I was of a few weeks old . Favourite Toys we had played with, a stray head of a doll, a dancing musical doll patched with adhesive plaster but stored so fine. One side of footwear of perhaps the first baby step boots. Worn and threadbare shoes of a grandchild wrapped in all fragility in bubble wrap. A faux fur coat that my grandmother had worn and which happens to be so in vogue today.
Junk, we term them, treasured and cherished however by the one for whom it held memories of moments precious and closest to the heart. Time that we did not want to let go of but that flew by.
Each piece valued not because of its price, but solely of the invaluable memories that touch the sentiments of time gone by.
Over powered by the value of sentiments tugging at my heart strings I sit there knowing that I failed at what I had begun as my new year’s resolution. If only I knew how to outdo this thing that binds me…. or do I really ?