"Wait, Are You Sure??????" The words didn't come out of my mouth, but they were clear in my head, loud, strong, urgent and mournful. My son was doing a pass clearing his room, and the most prominent item in his "Donate" box was the set of huge, solid, magnificent wooden blocks that were the first toy I bought him for our new apartment after my divorce. They were waiting for him when we moved in, maybe even before I was able to show him the place - it's so long ago I don't remember. I do remember playing with him with them, building railroad bridges and highway tunnels and the biggest dominoes chains EVER.
I think he saw my sorrow, just a second, even though I tried to hide it. He hesitated, then kept going. And I didn't say anything: second-guessing someone else's decisions about their things is intensely disrespectful and destructive. And they WERE his things: gifts belong to the giftee, not the giver, and are the giftee's to do with as s/he/they will. And we got them to one of our favorite charities, Bella's Voice of Lynnwood, WA which raises funds for animal shelters.
But I wish...
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