Originally Posted by nova22
It doesn't make any sense to me that a normal, clean-living-room-coveting woman would have such a strong attachment to a little stuffed dog that someone gave my son when he was born, or a journal that I haven't written in, read, or even looked at in over ten years. Why is it so hard to just throw this junk away?!
How do you break your emotional attachments to things that bring back happy memories, or belonged to a loved one who has died?
Well, I have a little stuffed rabbit from when i was 5 and I had tonsillitis and my mother smuggled in my best friend, who brought me the stuffed rabbit. When my husband first saw it, he thought, "Oh gross...I have to throw that out" as he found it in my son's room...until I stopped him. I'm glad my mother kept that rabbit for me and I'm glad that I still have it. [by the way, it is the only stuffed animal I saved from my childhood, but I used to have another, which my evil stepfather threw out...something my father won for me at a fair when I was a newborn, would have been nice to have still, but it's not here.
As for the journal, who knows, when you are 70 or 80, don't you think that it will be nice to read back in that journal? Or what about keeping it for your great-great-grandchildren...perhaps they will read it, think it's an amazing slice of life and will publish it. Or they will just save it as a postcard of days gone by.
I guess I'm not a good person to ask. (hee hee) But I think those two items ARE good things to save, they don't take that much space, can be easily stored in a box, hopefully, yet have stories of their own which you can pass on to your relatives.