For a variety of reasons, it’s been a long time since I’ve played Fun Monday. (Some of those reasons might possibly include because I haven’t been blogging, but we won’t mention that!) I signed up at Mariposa’s without really paying attention to what the topic was.
It turns out, she wanted to know all about our collections. Piece of cake, right? Hmmm….maybe not.
When I was a young girl, I collected dolls. I’m not sure where they all came from, but I ended up with a really nice collection. Then one day, I decided it was too babyish for me and I got rid of them all. Well…all except my very favorite one, which I still have today.
My new collection became owls. How I adored owls of every sort. (It makes me smile to think that they are becoming an “in” thing). After that, it was geese. I lost my interest in them when I started noticing them everywhere. (I have a thing about not wanting to be like everyone else) So, I ditched the geese.
Over the years, I realized that I had really started to love frogs. (Is it weird that I wanted “I’m in Love with a Big Blue Frog” played for the first dance at our wedding? Sadly, our DJ couldn’t find a copy of it and we had to settle for Mozart).
My collection of sweet little froggies wasn’t one that I could easily give up… even when they got to be trendy. I’ve loved frogs steadily for over twenty years now (Geez, I must be getting old!) It seemed as though everyone I knew was aware of my enjoyment of frogs and often surprised me with little frogs they had come across. As much as I treasured each and every one of these thoughtful treasures, it had gotten to the point that frogs had taken over our home.
So, I took a deep breath and started casually mentioning that I was so over the whole frog thing. I told everyone that I had finally grown out of them and was going to box my collection up and give it to Good Will. Slowly, the steady steam of amphibian gifts slowed down and we were able to walk through a house free of frog pillows, frog door stops, frog wall hangings, frog figurines, frog…well you get the picture.
Sometimes…late at night…when no one is around….I go out in the garage and quietly pry open the lid of a huge cardboard box. It seems as though this particular box still hasn’t quite made it out to the curb when the donation truck comes by. Those poor little froggies, they get lonely and need me to visit them sometimes.
They know I still love them…