I was taking an inventory of the unwanted stuff in my home in order to declutter it. While doing so, in one of the drawers that I hadn’t touched for quite some time, I came across a few broken Hot Wheels cars and broken limbs of Barbie dolls. There was a time when my son was crazy about those little Hot Wheels cars and would collect them and my daughter fond of the Barbie dolls. Today I had to dispose them off as unwanted stuff as my children have outgrown that age.
Unknowingly, I had tears in my eyes thinking that my kids would never return to that stage again. Its lovely to see my kids grow up each day but at the same time I felt some stages of the children once gone never come back again.
There was a time when my son would wait for his birthday to be celebrated either at home or in McDonald’s where he would play with balloons, kids would collect chocolates after bursting the biggest balloon. They would play musical chair and the child who got out would sulk or cry including my son.
Not long ago my daughter would buy everything in pink; from pencil to cycle. I was fed up of her pink fetish! Now she doesn’t even look at the color.
There was a time when both the kids would fight over the remote of the TV to watch cartoon, now that remote lies abandoned as neither of the kid is interested in watching cartoons anymore.
Each stage of the child needs to be cherished and stored as a treasure. Now the tastes and demands of my children have changed, but the fact remains that my son will never demand a Hot Wheels car again and my daughter will never ask for a particular Barbie doll. There won’t be any birthday parties where the kids will fight for chocolates nor will my kids or his friends sulk over not winning “passing the parcel” or “musical chair.”