They are part of my current dilemma. Yes, believe it or
not, these little creatures are contributing a small portion of what is taking up my time, my energy and my emotions right now. What am I to do with them? is the problem. My children made these when they were in Primary school. They (the
children, that is) are now in their 40s and these little models that they crafted with their possibly grubby little hands represent something I cannot part with. It’s the idea and knowledge that I once was a mother of young children, I suspect. A time of unrelenting busy-ness and a the time I adored.
I am packing up our house. I am clearing everything and tossing out so much that it takes my breath away and yet it is little things like these creatures (creatures?) that present a dilemma too difficult for me to handle.