Lego Made Me Cry!
I moved this summer and I had to make some tough choices about what to take with me as I had only a small shipping allowance from my new school. In the past, I had moved with my ex-husband and due to his job our shipping allowance had not had to make these choices before. I was leaving the apartment that my sons had moved out of, as they moved back to the US for university. I was leaving the comfort of a city I had known for many years. I was leaving friends and colleagues. I was happy to get rid of many things. I tend toward saving too much because you never know. Moving is always stressful, after so many moves I know this. When it came time for final decisions the one that tore at my heart the most was the masses of Lego I had to leave behind. My sons are grown and have not played with Lego in years, but looking at all the bricks brought me right back to those earlier days. I know that time has moved on and I am so proud of the young men they have become, but when I looked at the Lego I could see them before. I could see the hours of imaginative play that Lego helped provide. We had accumulated that Lego as we moved around the world. There were always “a few Lego guys” coming with us in the car, in a suitcase, in a pocket, in a hand- wherever restless boys might need something to do. When they were young I sometimes cursed Lego as I trod upon it barefoot. I sometimes had to help solve arguments that centered around who had what. I dreaded the hundreds of pieces all over the floor. Although I would not go back in time to those days I still cried when I gave the Lego away. I am sure the tears had many reasons, as changes are always complicated. I gave the pieces to the children of colleagues and I know they are loved again, but I will always think back fondly to the day the Lego made me cry.