My heart is rather heavy today.
You may remember that, back in April, I did some serious clutter-clearing and autumn-cleaning, giving away clothes I wasn’t wearing any longer, books I had read in the past and didn’t want to read again, and assorted things we had accumulated over the years but hadn’t used in ages.
It was very liberating, and we literally felt lighter, both physically as well as emotionally. It felt as though we could breathe more easily too.
Clearly, there are health benefits to letting go of things one no longer needs, and I’m sure it has a similar effect when one releases old emotions, particularly the heavier ones, such as long-held grudges and resentments.
But releasing things that are permeated with good and happy memories, now that is quite a different challenge. As part of the whole process, I have just said a final goodbye to all my sets of Playmobil (see my previous post: Do you remember Playmobil?).
To you, these may just be colourful plastic toys to entertain little kids between 6 and 10 years of age. Certainly nothing to hang onto until long into adulthood. But to me, they were far more than that.
They were my most trusted and beloved childhood playmates, my companions when I was sick and stuck at home, my confidantes when faced with the confusing peer pressures of the pre-teen years, and my most loyal friends when I was struggling to weave my way through the complex maze of friendships at school.
They were always there, ready for action, and eager to embark on any adventures my imagination could conjure up. They never complained that they were tired, or that they wanted to watch the telly instead, or that it was raining and wet outside.
“Yay, let’s play,” they cheered happily, when I opened their boxes to let them out. “Let’s have fun, let’s saddle up the horses, arm the cowboys, send the knights into battle, rescue the damsel in distress… Adventure, here we come!”
This afternoon, I finally met Philip and his son Dylan, who had travelled down from up-country to collect my Playmobil sets in person. (They are just too precious to send by mail.)
Much to my relief, they were really, genuinely nice and totally over-the-moon at being the proud new owners of all my Playmobil sets, in their original boxes nogal. Dylan was beaming from ear to ear with delight, as he opened some of the boxes to peer inside.
He picked up the figures with such obvious joy and pleasure that I knew in my heart that they had indeed found a good new home. He reassured me that he would take good care of them forever, and promised that he would send me pictures of them in their new surroundings, together with all his other Playmobil figures. Aw, bless him. 🙂
As I waved goodbye to them, I felt the heaviness in my heart lifting just a little bit.