When my son was in Kindergarten, the teacher would tell me during recess all he does is sit in the field and dig in the dirt using a branch. She wanted him to stop because of the potential danger of having little holes littering the field where other children run.
When I confronted him on his digging, he brought me to his room and pulled an old lunchbox out from under his bed. He explained that he was searching for special rocks to add to his collection, despite the millions of rocks that blanketing the playground area he could have easily chosen. The rocks in his collection didn’t look special at all. As a matter of fact, some weren’t even rocks, but chunks of pavement or concrete. I left it alone and encouraged his digging to take place at home.
From time to time, on a special occasion, I would receive a small gift, wrapped in a paper towel. When I opened it up, I would find a rock that was carefully selected and washed. I then understood how special those rocks in his collection really were.
As I have recently moved, and have spent a lot of time deciding what to pack and what to get rid of. It made me think about what really matters. I realize that what matters is different for each person but there is a common denominator, how it makes you feel. What mattered to me was the paintings from our travels, some of my favorite photographs of family, my favorite mug that has magical powers to make coffee taste better somehow, and my books. Each of those things make me feel something, sentimental, love or simply joy. They have the ability to affect my mood and remind me of who I am, at my best. I believe that what we have may be very different, but why they matter is because of the same reason. They make us feel something and remind us of who we strive to be at our best. Some of my most valuable things are not valuable at all. For my son those rocks were special and to me, that is what matters.
I would just like to note that a follower had emailed me to see if I am still writing. She said, that I wrote about things that mattered. Thank you for your concern, as it has inspired me to continue to do what I love.
Your son’s rock collection is very interesting. He’s lucky to have a mom who sees it as valuable, too.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. I had added a line to my post to thank you for your email to me. It really meant a lot and helped inspire me to write this post. Thank you, for reminding me to do what I love!! 🙂
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You matter, my friend. Glad to see you back doing what you love. We love reading about all of these “matters”. 😘
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Thank you always for your continued support!! xoxox
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Welcome back!!! I’ve missed you!
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Thank you! I’ve definitely missed being here!!
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So happy to see you back! I have missed your writing! Xoxo 😘
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Thank you!! Glad to be back looking forward to catching up! 🙂
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Glad to see you back Lisa and you came back with a terrific bit of advice for everyone. We all sometimes question why each of us keeps some of the things we do. Some of us don’t understand because, as you said, there is no connection, no feeling from that piece of the past. How it makes us feel is all that really matters. We need to understand that sometimes instead of questioning or pressuring someone to give up their treasures.
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Thank you so much for your feedback! It feels good to be back and get back to what I love! 🙂
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Welcome back!
Indeed, much of life is composed of preference, and I appreciate that you recognize this in your son as well.
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thank you!! Yes I couldn’t agree more!
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I am glad to see you back, I also wondered where you’d been 🙂
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Oh, thanks! yes, we moved and life just got very busy for second there. But now I am settled in and ready to get back to it! 🙂
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