Bits and bobs – the value in small things!
My first born was a beautiful girl, Maya. As she grew we had blissful years and she taught me so much about myself and, I thought, about little people. Turns out, she taught me so much about Maya. No two kids are the same right?
When I had my second, Gus, I realised that boys can be so different to girls – or maybe everyone is an individual? Gus became a gatherer and a collector. It seems this is not uncommon and I have witnessed this wonderful stage in many little boys with two hands full of special tiny treasures.
However, it bugged me when the treasure was obviously not special… I mean, when did a rusted old, flattened Victoria Bitter lid hold any value? Or why covet a bit of plastic coated electrical wire that was discarded by the electrician who fitted the outdoor sensor light? I’m not so sure.
My saving grace has been the Mini Play Pouch. “Gather what you like my darling, as long as it goes in your special Mini Play Pouch… very important and secret collections can go in the pocket!”. Suddenly I’m all earth-mother cool again. And interestingly, I have been far more accepting of random bolts, gum nuts and plastic unknowns. But blu-tak that may well be old chewing gum is actually not a collector’s item. Ever!