OK, I stink at wordless. I just do. I have too much to say. LOL
But, while I was out thrifting this weekend, I ran across this sign. I find all kinds of life lessons thifting, to be honest. Sometimes, it's lessons like, "I have that exact [insert item here] at home, but obviously it's junk." Or, "Be careful what you send to the thrift store, or someone may be making a judgment call on you." (I usually get that one when I'm looking at some incredibly ugly piece of junk and wondering who in the heck had that in their home up until recently.)
This was this week's lesson:
Ain't that the truth?
I'm a big proponent of thifting, salvaging, repurposing, etc. Y'all know that. I like my house. I like the things I make. Hopefully, others do, too.
But, I see so many people working hours and hours away from their families and homes. They leave at 5:30am and come home after 7:00pm. Pick the kids up from the babysitter. They take fantastic vacations, have ginormous homes, drive cars with names that I suppose should impress me. But, all I think of is they pick the kiddos up about an hour or two before bedtime. Every day.
What are they working for? How much is enough? Is there an "enough?" Marriages fall apart in the meantime. Kids grow up distant. There are great photo albums of far away places, but how many are there of a silly popcorn fight or fingernails painted or just funny faces being made.
When my time here is done, I don't really care if I'm remembered for how much I left my kids. I've raised them to be smart, confident, and brave. They will do fine. But, I do care how many silly memories I leave them. How well I knew them. How well they knew me. Memories of the relationship between their parents.
It won't be accumulated goods that define my life. I won't allow it. I'll happily do with less to gain far, far more.