I’ve been posting a lot of silly stuff and pretty pictures lately. It is part of my therapy. It also helps me deal with the hard stuff. Yesterday I forced myself to go through some of my son’s things, so that I can consolidate them all in one place. I found his baby silverware. I found lots of school papers. I found a journal. I found cards from him. And I found the first tooth he lost, which gave me my first chance to be the tooth fairy. I’m glad I saved it, as sad as it made me to hold it.
First tooth
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I’m glad you saved it, too! He was a creative little bugger – one of my FAVORITE presents of all time came from Nehemiah. I had been whining – no wait, I’ll call it nostalgic – for the smell and look of a real fall after moving to Alaska. As you know, our fall is very different since we have few deciduous trees and the weather often turns very cold, rainy and windy that time of year. Just when the few turning trees and bushes start to show off a bit of color – WHAM BAM the wind comes along and whips them all onto the ground. Then they get wet and mushy – so you can’t even pick up the leaves and spread them around on a porch a bit to pretend there was a real fall.
I visited you guys in Fresno, and was presented a most beautiful gift! Nehemiah (with some help from mom, I’m sure) had made a shadow box (is that the right word?) of FALL. It had beautiful golden and red leaves, maple and all sorts of others glued into the three dimensional box. He added acorns and twigs. It was heaven – when I opened it, the smell of autumn blew into my face and filled me with memories of late summer and fall! I LOVED it!
You guys had made it, but saved it for a visit because you weren’t sure what would happen to it in mailing. I took it home and kept it for a very long time – I would close it up so the smells wouldn’t escape until I was ready to view again. Finally, one of my many moves did in the box but not til after I enjoyed it to the fullest. I LOVED that box ‘o fall! Nehemiah was so excited about it – I think that was the same trip where I stayed in his room and we caught dragonflies for his bug zoo right next to his bed where I slept. There were crickets, too in the bug zoo and I went to sleep to the sound of their crickety chirping – once again, bathed in memories from my childhood.
Oh- his shadow boxes! I still have one he made for Christmas! I put it out every year…
Heh- on the bugs.When I visited the crickets all got out and hopped and chirped all over us til we made Nehemiah take his room back and collect his friends while we dossed down in the front room!
Lord- that boy and his bugs!
Cardboard boxes .
Big cousin and “Me-O-My-O” thought cardboard boxes were life’s building blocks- for years.
Boxes for shadow boxes, boxes they made into costumes , BIG boxes for puppet theatres, small box was the 1st prototype of their study of air-cushioned powered rigs…
I still have the little rock that Nehemiah gave me on our trip to Juneau, He was just old enough to be able to say pretty rock. We were all down picnicing at the beach and he observed me looking down and bending to pick up rocks, he got pretty interested. Being the helpful generous little guy that he was he gave me his pretty rock.
I forgot. Memories of Nehemiah put lots of other important things out of my mind…
lil sis- here’s really big hugs.
We are here- as you wade through the hard stuff…
We are here.