I said goodbye to these this week.
It was hard letting go of them as they hold some very special memories for me, of my son, growing up.
He knew all their names.
And played with them every day. I think a couple of them travelled to Florida with us. I recall the wonderful Virgin cabin crew playing trains with my son, to give me a break from an unsettled child, and tsking fellow passengers.
It was a bit of a Toy Story 3 moment, the bit where Andy is preparing to leave home and sorting through his toys. Woody was of course his favourite.
Now Woody, he’s been my pal for as long as I can remember. He’s brave, like a cowboy should be. And kind, and smart. But the thing that makes Woody special, is he’ll never give up on you… ever. He’ll be there for you, no matter what.
And when Woody and the other toys get donated to a day care centre, things don’t turn out too good for the them. Losto, who has abandonment issues, says
We’re all just trash waitin’ to be thrown away
None of the toys got thrown away. I donated some of the soft toys to charity shops My son donated his collection of Bionicles that were gathering dust in his room. That was tough for him, but finding out that they raised over £100 for Acorns in two days, softened the blow. Like me, with all the stuff I have collected over the years, he was planning on selling them, someday.
Someday. That’s a dangerous word. It’s really just a code for ‘never’.
This is a favourite quote of mine from the film Knight and Day. I refer to it a lot, especially when people say they want to travel/live abroad/leave the job they hate, someday. When did you last say that you were going to do something, someday? There is no longer a someday for me. The Life coaching from Lisa Cherry Beaumont enabled me to identify what was important to me, what I wanted to do, by when and nail it to the mast.
And getting rid of much-loved toys is part of that journey. It is also important to me that what I let go of goes somewhere where they will be enjoyed. It makes the letting go so much easier. I wanted Thomas and his friends had to go to a good home. My son was not the one holding on to these. It was me. I thought perhaps my grandchildren may play with them, but I don’t have grandchildren. I was breaking my rule of holding on to stuff, just in case. I want this house emptied of everything that is gathering dust and cluttering my life. Including toys.
I posted them on Facebook and the first person who expressed an interest was an old school mate. A few of us from the class of ’75 have reconnected and meet up fairly regularly now, and keep in touch, thanks to Social Media. She has a couple of grandsons who love Thomas. In exchange for a donation to Smethwick Foodbank, they have a new home and played with. And that is what toys are for. To be played with, not kept in an attic, just in case, for someday. Not even if they know about Buzz’s Spanish Mode.
Woody: You’ll be okay in the attic?
Jessie: Of course I will… Besides, I know about Buzz’s Spanish Mode.
Buzz Lightyear: My what?