More anthromorphism.....
My mom is a so-called "clean hoarder", not dirty at all, but has lots of stuff. She still has many of our childhood things....which she will pass along to us someday. (someday...)
I hope I haven't shared this elsewhere on the site, I haven't posted in a while and can't remember what I have and haven't shared.
She cleaned out a cabinet a few months ago.
Found in said cabinet:
A large box of crayons, including all broken and very small pieces, that we used a children. "They're still good!"
Kiln fired projects made by either my brother or I.
A box of "animal erasers" that we used to buy at the school store. They don't have school stores anymore where we live, but they did when I was s kid. I can remember standing at the school store window buying those erasers like it was yesterday.
It was really fun to see them, and relive some of the memories. But, beyond a very few, I could not remember which ones belonged to my brother or me. This greatly disturbed mom. She could not believe that I could not remember which ones were mine. "You don't remember that?" She couldn't get past the fact that I do not remember, nor do I care. I think the fact that I did not care actually bothered her more than the fact that I did not remember which ones were mine. This also seems to be a central 'hoarding' theme...the fear of not remembering. Lest we forget, we must keep everything as a reminder.
None of the erasers were actually used, as we used them as toys rather than for their intended purpose. Most in very good condition. Some had ripped off limbs which, of course, were also in the box. She told me that she intended to clean them up so that they weren't so dirty, and had plans to glue back the detached limbs. The way she was looking at them and commenting was very frightening to me....."they're so pretty....look at it's sweet face". Eeek! It was almost as if they were alive.
When she first opened the box, I was thinking I would take a few home but then realized that she really didn't want me to. So, without anxiety or remorse, I left them there....in her care....so that she could fix them up and not have the anxiety of them being gone.
I realized a few things after this incident. They are:
-- When I am elderly and my remaining time here on earth is short....I do not want to be spending my time obsessing about and cleaning old things!
-- It is ok to not remember every little thing that was yours. It's ok to not remember every little thing.
-- Anthromorphism is a bad, bad thing.
-- It's ok that all things are not fixed and made "right".