2/06/2013 | By: Kristy Creighton

Wordful Wednesday

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:

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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. 

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17 comments:

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Cranberry Morning said...

Excellent post, Kristy! Such an important message! Once our kids are grown, we don't have a second chance. So glad the post wasn't 'wordless.'

Lori Poppinga said...

I completely understand! :)

Patrick weseman said...

Very nice. In this society today we measure true wealth by things. I call it "Sophistication By Wal-Mart".

I have been thinking about this today as my daughter turns 17. On Christmas Eve, we were driving somewhere and went by this park that I used to take both her and her brother every Saturday until she was about 8 when I moved. She remembered that we used to walk to the park and everything and wanted to stop. So, we did. I thought it was cool that she did not remember the things that I have bought her over the years, but going to that park. This past weekend, she told me that she remembers the things we have done together and not the material stuff.

Rea T said...

idk, but that quote made me laugh!

thank you for linking up with Fun Friday Blog Hop, i hope you're having fun blog hopping!

see you next time, huggies♥
rea

Paula Miller said...

I always worked full-time till my youngest was born 9 years ago. Once home I was amazed at how much I had missed with the older two. I didn't really know them as much as I thought I did. I'm so happy to have had the time with them before they were grown.

Happy WW!

Stacy Harris said...

I absolutely love the message here. It is about the time that you spend with your loved ones. Once we are gone only the time will matter!

Janine Huldie said...

Couldn't agree more this message and must say being home with my kids for the last two years (as crazy as things can be) has been a blessing to me and am truly happy to have this time with them. I wouldn't change it for the world!! :)

Ruchira Khanna said...

aaw...this is so sweet, Kristy.

I agree with ya on this. Materialistic goods don't matter as much as values. So, let us try to accumulate those so that we can pass that along to our kiddos.

beautiful thought...loved it :)

OhBoyMom said...

Cool photo and great message on the sign...reminds me of the saying, "You can't take it with you" when referring to how much money people have and try to save.

Jenn said...

Great post, great message, great sign.

You really do suck at the whole wordless thing though, just sayin' :)
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Nona Schulz said...

Kristy, you so have your head screwed on right. I love that about you. Yes, it is about family and time together and not about things. I love to repurpose and re-use but I will be honest I have only two expensive habits-boots and good perfume. Other than that I am Eaasssy

Cyndi Calhoun said...

Beautiful! I love this image! Thank you also for linking up - I'll definitely included you this Sunday! WOOHOO!

mail4rosey said...

What a beautiful message you're touting here. Love this post!

Tina´s PicStory said...

happy ww on thursday :)

Vicky Fida said...

Hi! It's Vickilicious (The Greek Housewife) I followed you back. Looking forward to reading your blog!

Noel Marie said...

Hey there, new follower! Love the sign, how true it is!!

noel @ high heeled mama

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