As spring is often a time of cleaning up, incredible growth can happen when we unearth some ‘old stuff’. The beauty of ducluttering and cleaning up is you really don’t know what you will discover way down deep.
For us this week, it was my mom’s old paper dolls. They are believed to be over 60 years old. Beautiful, thick, coloured paper, a few personally coloured by my mom. The boys enjoyed touching, playing with and dressing these paper dolls. I could envision my mom playing right alongside them.
Seeing and touching these paper dolls grounds me.
I feel connected to my past and my future.
I feel love and care, my mom sure loved and cared for us.
I loved the conversation I had with my boys as they asked about the clothing and where the paper dolls came from.
I soaked in simplicity. Feeling the thick, strong, resilient paper in my hands. Watching my boys gently play and talk together.
The legacy left in paper dolls.
All just by being paper dolls.
I am grateful for these.
#befree #beenough #gratitude