Yesterday, when I went to sit down at the desk to write, I found this:
The urge to open it and catch a glimpse inside was irresistible.
Here’s what I found inside when I peeked inside:
Memories of my first purse came flooding back.
I could at once recall going through the house, trying to figure out what I should even put in a purse. I remember collecting various items that I had seen my mother pull from the mysterious depths of her own purse and then gathered the things that I loved most and added them to my collection.
When I close my eyes, I can picture the contents: a long-forgotten key on a silver ring, a pink and purple beaded change purse from my grandmother, filled with coppery pennies, strawberry Bonne Bell roll-on lip gloss, and my mother’s blue and silver pen that clicked open and closed.
In her purse, I found my lip balm, a friend’s business card, my favorite pencil, all mixed in with her treasures: bracelets, hair clippies, a Dora sticker from the dentist, Silly Putty, Elmo, a bouncy ball.
To see that Katie had gone through the same process of combining her treasures with my own truly brought life full circle.
It’s amazing how we truly are a blend of our mothers and ourselves.
These reclaimed memories are such a lovely gift from my favorite little girl.