Today saw the passing on of a much-loved Little Tikes kitchen set, complete with dishes and real fake food. Sigh. When the kids were toddlers, playing make-believe with pretend foodstuffs (or worse, Barbies) made me see double, made me want to lie down on the carpet and go to sleep. So you’d think maybe I wouldn’t mind letting go of the old fridge/stove/microwave combo. Though I struggled with boredom and overwhelm when the kids were young, even still, I felt a little wistful about seeing this piece go. I know it will go to a good home and be loved again.
Also departed is an Easy-Bake Oven. I really hope that some little boy gets his mitts on this, bakes up a storm and goes on to be the next Cake Boss.
Passing on. Gone from our day-to-day life, our space, and into some other person’s space and dimension. From one life to the next. I never thought of it that way before. Huh. Pass it on.