Does everyone have a busy Saturdays like I do? There seems to be so much chores for me to take care of, from when I get off the bed till when I call it a day at night.
From cleaning, to sort out the the clothes for laundry to actually doing laundry. Preparing meals, the list is endless. At the end of the day one is so exhausted but there is no avoiding these chores, if I don’t do them who will.
Today was one of such Saturdays when I had so much to take care of and I really wanted to do a lot of cleaning up. Throwing off unwanted stuff before the new year, making sure only the basic necessities were left. With so many gifts during the Christmas celebration a few days back, its only necessary to take out old stuff, to make room for the new.
Wait a minute! which are the old stuff? Thinking about it is one thing but actually trying to dispose of stuff is another that is when we face the dilemma of attachment.
I started with my Son’s stuff, was he ready to let go of what I thought were old stuffs? No way! every toy held and meant something to him and we just could not agree on doing away with them.
To me I thought he was just been selfish or childish but I realized it when I got to my room. I realized just what my little man was trying to tell me. Every item holds a special memory or place in my heart and it was difficult deciding what to do.
So it got me thinking, so many of these stuffs I did not use at all but yet bought them. So do I call them junks or artifacts, since I have so much attachment to them like my little man have with his toys.
I think so many of us understand this or are faced with this dilemma once in awhile. Sometimes we are just collectors of certain things and don’t use them. My mother in the Lord loved and collected a lot of beautiful dinner dishes and table clothes from the States to Africa, which she never really used because she could not host the type of dinners she hosted back home in United States in Africa.
Hmmmm! I hope I get to figure out what is junk and what is artifacts that need to be passed to my next generation. That is if they don’t end up throw it away as just junk when the time comes, after all like the saying goes “one man’s meat is another man’s poison”.