Dear Reader,
I have these moments of empowerment where I love to tackle a closet, bookshelf, etc. and eliminate any possessions that someone else would enjoy and that I'm not using. My mother, who is very neat and organized in keeping her home, loves this quality about me.
On the first afternoon that my son and I spent in Chicago last week, I spent a bit of time hanging out in the basement with my little boy. My parents have a very nicely finished basement with one room reserved for storage. I had the urge to purge, so I suggested to my mom that we look through her storage area, and, naturally, she was on board with the plan. Six large bags later, we had made a dent in eliminating some items from the room.
We also came across a few items that will never be donated: a figurine that my dad purchased for my mom early in their life together, a woven piece of artwork made by my aunt, and a music box which belonged to my mom's parents. This wooden music box sat on a table in my grandparents living room, and I can remember it from the time I was very little and visited them in Frankenmuth, MI through to their time in southern Arizona.
When my mom and I showed the box to my dear son, he immediately fell in love with it. My mom instructed me to bring it home with us, and now the box has found its home in our living room. It feels like quite a treasure to include in our place. And since the box was Made in Switzerland, the song "Edelweiss" plays each time my son opens it. We hear The Sound of Music. Literally.
Sincerely,
Abi
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