Treasure The Memories

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This old gal…

Saw some videos on social media…millennials…zoomers…making fun of their memory box…or more like making fun of their mothers…for creating their memory box…

Those girls of mine have one…two actually…plastic totes filled with memories…all kinds of memories…baby clothes…baby blanket…first scribbles…first ABCs…

Mementos documenting those stages of life…lovingly chosen…lovingly stored…and here were these kids…mocking…

Why would I want this crap…said one…as soon as Mom leaves it’s going in the trash…said another…

And that made mama me wonder…question those memory totes she’d saved all these years…made her heart hurt just a little…

But then there we were…that daughter of mine laughing at that scrapbook she’d made…little hands cutting and gluing…

And mama me knew…these memories would be loved…would be treasured…if for no other reason than because they were special…to that person…they call Mom…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…