In my house there are no closets. None at all.
A dear friend thinks the reason for that is that we don’t need them…no one has to be in the closet at our house.
In my house monsters don’t live in closets. They have to make do with IKEA wardrobes, dressers, and in some cases, hiding under the beds.
Since we don’t have closets, and turned both the basement and the attic area into living areas, we have hardly any storage space. Many things currently not in season are stored in boxes on top of the shelves and wardrobes. Many of those boxes haven’t been touched since we moved in. Sigh. Because of the water damage to our basement, the older kids decided to dig through the boxes. You know, Storage Wars KosherKola style.
They found treasures. Things I haven’t seen since the move to Israel. Books, craftsy things, and cute things. Precious Moments angels, a collectible Star Trek figure (of course unwrapped of all packaging and wearing a Barbie tiara… and it’s a Spock). Old pencils, and a pen I got for my graduation when I was 16. A beautiful Parker. A kipah I bought in Australia. Old x-rays of my various fractures. My tiger’s backpack. Tattered paperbacks. A cheap MP3 player loaded with some of my then favourite songs. Lots of memories of practically no value. Bits and pieces of my life. If I were to die tomorrow, these random items would be my children’s inheritance. There’d be a laptop with some coffee damage, a car older than most of them, an 8 GB tablet that can only use 5 of those 8 GB. A couple of colourful jeans and geeky shirts.
Hopefully there’d be a little more. The knowledge that they were loved for who they are and that they are worth just so much.
Ne készülj halni, korán van még ahhoz!
Én is szerettem matatni a mamámnál a bedobozolt dolgok között, padláson, meg szekrények mélyén.
És mai napig vannak kis apró “vackok”, amikről ők jutnak az eszembe.
No meg illatok…
És ez annyira jó!
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Nem készülök.
Knowing you are loved – priceless.
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It is, isn’t it? Maybe the most important thing to give strength.
tears falling need i say more
I didn’t want to make you cry.
I repeat what Annie said….knowing that you are truly, fully loved with a no holds barred acceptance is worth more than any material good out there. Trust me when I say I know about this intimately….
Knowing you are loved, and being able to accept that, without fighting that love with all your might must be a wonderful thing.
ps: please post a photo of the tiara wearing Spock….
Ah, a beautiful transition piece. Moving, it is.
I also beg for a photo of the tiara wearing Spock! S.
WOW, No closets?
We have closets, but of course that just means they are full of “stuff”.
With mom’s passing we going to make an attempt to take some of that.
HUGS…
Love. Love. Love.
Have I mentioned my closet before? I’ll tell you sometime…
Beautiful words, my friend.
I think in my house your closet would become a bedroom.