Today being cleaning day, I attack sandy’s room with a
duster , mop and all that paraphernalia.
Open his cupboard, and start the unending cleaning process. As I remove his old
toy box which is filled the with cars that he used to play with when
he is little, an old rickety plastic red
and blue truck falls out.
His favorite
truck which now has 3 wheels . That truck was a part of all our holidays, a
permanent fixture right next to him when he slept, ate or bathed. Sandy and his
red and blue truck were inseparable.
Now it lies in that old cardboard box with the rest of toys
The red and blue truck gets me thinking. All our growing up
years we have those special inseparable toy, , pillow ,bike ,etc which at that
moment seems to be our world, can’t live without it , an extension of our
personality, though inanimate , is our
comforter , our confidante..
Then somewhere down the line we outgrow it, the red and blue
truck gets replaced by a new obsession. Forgotten on the bottom shelf of your
cupboard, losing its special status, that red and blue truck lies with the
other toys.
It gets me thinking; doesn’t it happen even with us human
beings. That special friend in school who meant the world to you, that special
relationship which was like oxygen and you couldn’t live without.
As you move
on , they become memories, they lie locked up on the bottom shelves losing that special status in our lives. We
may visit them as memories at times but they will never ever become the same obsession.
Maybe at times its good to open those locked doors, reach
out to those last shelves, step back in time , relive those memories ,smile at
the good times ,marvel at how that crazy obsession now seems so trivial now.
Guess you will also be amazed at the resilience of the spirit as you dealt with
the obsession and moved on
.
When I am a doddering sixty year old, when people find me
boring ,when my friends are long gone and sandy has a life of his own……
Maybe my
cupboard full of red and blue trucks will get me by……….
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