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I read the word prompt collect and i remembered.
The first poem I wrote for my oldest girl was entitled, "Collections".
I remember writing it out for my then three old.
It was quaint, probably disjointed, but from the heart.
It was a poem that journeyed her through a list of people we knew and described their personal collections.
There was a section on sweet Miss Mary and all of her costume jewelry.
Another verse described her then living uncle and his yard spilling over with his collection of basically broken down cars he would one day fix.
Mrs. Rose landed solidly in the poem for her proclivity to collect anything that ever graced her eyes that hailed from Texas.  Even bags of potato chips. "We better buy two. They are from Texas." She insisted.  Inwardly my eyes rolled.
The poem was silly in nature, but ended with the verse about my daughter and I.
I can't remember the lines but the summary was simple.

I told my girl in haphazard rhymes that I didn't collect stamps, coins, jewelry, or anything.  The only thing I wanted to be collecting were memories.  Beautiful, rich and lovely memories. Memories with her. And others we loved.
I remember that I described that I had many memories to sort through and revisit.
And I do.  And they are my treasures.
Like shells on a wide expanse of shore line I would mentally walk back through the beach of my life and pick them up.
I would recollect them. Re-collect the memories like smooth shells on the beach and remember how full my life was.
And this re-collection of the collection of memories was my most prized possession.
The only collection I most wanted.

I've lost the poem. And I know it was rough and choppy but as I saw the word collect I couldn't help but remember the quaint words that spelled out my heart.  To my girl.
She was now a contributor of so may of those memories. And I wanted to keep adding to them.
We would collect our memories and we would be rich not in things that clutter (even though we do have quite a bit) but in things of love. Things we could remember.  Things that would re-member us back together when times were dark and tough.
I like the way Gretchen Rubin describes the importance of happy memories kept alive and at our mind's forefront, "Studies show that recalling happy times helps boost happiness in the present.  When people reminisce, they focus on positive memories, with the result that recalling the past amplifies the positive and minimizes the negative...Happy people remember happy events better, and depressed people remember sad events better. " (The Happiness Project)
We all have the dark, the awful, the nightmare memories. And we all can mark them down and sometimes we cling to them.  Just like collections of dolls or knick knacks our negative memories coated with a thick layer of hurt can clutter our mind and leave little room for what has been good.  For what has been right.  For what hasn't gone wrong.
Over and over we read from scientific sources, spiritual sources, and even today in yet another article.
Write down five good memories today, five positives a day, five good things in your life now.
Collect them down on paper.
You will be happier. Statistically it is by 25 per cent.
Collect the good memories and then re-collect them over and over.
There's plenty of space in your mind....

Meredith at 3 being a bride (one small memory in the collection) 

My girl now...Many more memories 


  1. Beautiful story! The intangible really make the best collections don't they?

  2. What a cutie! And I wish I had collected memories in a more organized manner when my kids were little. I love your idea of write down five positives each day--those are the good kinds of memories!

  3. You may have lost the poem, SUmmer, but God hasn't. He's holding it in His hands, etched into gold, to give you when you meet Him.

    And if it ain't from Texas, it ain't nuthin'. So says the Stetson wearing Chinaman who's writing this.

    #1 at FMF this week.

  4. I love the idea of your poem, and so true that the most important thing to collect is happy memories. It's great how holding onto those can continue to bring us happiness in the present.
    Did you get the emails I sent you about guest posting for my 31 Days series?

    1. Thank you ! And yes I am going to participate. I'll email you soon!

  5. Ah, and how we collect the memories of our families eh. Visiting from fmf

  6. Beautiful. Creating and recalling memories sounds like the best gift you could ever give your girl. Visiting from FMF#41

  7. Summer! This made me say Ahaaa... so sweet and love it! I think memories are such an awesome thing to collect. It kinda made me also think of God. When we hold onto those memories of when He was faithful, it helps us to press on. thanks for sharing and coming by at my blog

  8. Somer, what a beautiful post! Collecting memories . . . I love that. And how wonderful that you're teaching your girl to do that. Choosing to focus on the happy memories is such a good practice. Being able to laugh and remember good events definitely lifts the spirit. :)


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