If you’ve ever gone through boxes (and boxes) of old items (including everything from old papers, report cards, medals, trophies, essays, certificates, and photographs) you’ll know very well that you never know what, exactly, you are going to find.
Over this last weekend, Chelsea and I visited my mom’s house to clear out stuff that I had kept over the years (largely untouched). It was delightful to see old yearbooks, to find shirts I had been looking for (namely, my Mia Hamm jersey), and to see old, whimsical items that I hadn’t seen in a very long time.
However, my favorite FAVORITE part was finding my old 1st/2nd grade journals. You know, the ones that you are required to keep to practice your composition and handwriting skills. Laughing with tears in my eyes, I found some of the gems below that touch on my thoughts related to family, Tyrannosaurus Rex, and helping people. Seeing these old writings brought such joy to me. Sorting through my writings and drawings again felt like getting to know the little me; ever sunny, ever positive, and ever obsessed with animals. It was good for the soul.
I suppose getting to see artifacts from the past remind us that we are still that person, we are still young at heart. Seeing these old writings reminded me of a couple things. One, I always have, and always still, love to write. And two, I don’t want to lose my wonder. I don’t want to lose that part of my heart that loves reflecting on the world and continually unearthing what life experiences mean to me. I did this a lot when I was young and I have continued to do this even now.
Wonder – youthful wonder – it’s a beautiful thing.