Yesterday was kind of a sad day.  Nothing serious or earth shattering....just that quiet kind of sad that moms experience sometimes.

My son, who is 13, has been asking me to take his toys out of his closet as he was wanting his room to take on more of a teenager feel.  We'd been keeping the Hot Wheels, Star Wars figures, Tinker Toys, Bionicles, and such in his closet to aid in entertaining his little cousins when they'd come to visit, but, yesterday, we put a few of them under his bed for that purpose (out of sight of visiting friends) and packed up the rest of his old favorites for his children one day.

I kind of have a Toy Story view about toys.  I was always very sentimental about mine and didn't want my mother to throw away any of them!  I still have my Baby Beans doll (she was my absolute favorite doll), my Tender Love doll, my Merlin, and my Raggedy Ann AM radio, just to name a few!   Who didn't like to go outside and get down with their Raggedy Ann AM radio with its convenient, vinyl, carrying strap?

Since we were in the closet cleaning mode yesterday and since I so enjoyed remembering toys of our day with you, I decided to get my old playthings down and snap a few pictures.  When I opened that box, I could still smell the scents of my childhood in the aged plastic and faded fabrics and the comfort of seeing the old familiar friends was unexplainably warm.     

I lovingly drew a Band-Aid on the leg of my Tender Love doll and, as you'll notice below, it's still there covering whatever injury she suffered back in 1972.  Tender Love has one of those dangerous strings on the back of her head and when you pull it, she has a repertoire of phrases that she recites.  Yesterday, I pulled her string and the first thing she said to me was, "Mommy so pretty". Awww, isn't she the sweetest?   There's nothing like your 45 year old looks being validated by your vinyl childhood friend.  It was a touching moment.
Coincidentally, I found my pick up sticks!  Would you look at the ends on those things?  I've seen duller ice picks. 
 
Among other treasures I found were my Sony Walkman, old diary, and Mattel Electronic Football game.  That Walkman has played many a Kool & The Gang and REO Speedwagon masterpiece in its day.  That diary contains the juiciest secrets that Christian school 5th grade had to offer.  If I ever decide to run for president, it will have to be destroyed.  I played that football game for hours!  Back in the day, it was the very latest in electronic gaming with its bright dots indicating your team and the more faint dots being the opposition.  It was so realistic...just like being there, playing in the actual Super Bowl.  I need to pop a 9 volt battery in it and listen to that six note tune it played when you scored a touchdown! 
My very favorite toy of all time was my Little People Village!  I can't tell you how many years I played with this thing!  As some of you pointed out, the Little People figures were much smaller then than the fist sized ones of today.  They can hardly be called "Little" People anymore.  Even though some of their faces are faded and scratched off in places, they're familiar faces and still smiling back at me.

One day, when my kids have a mortgage, deadlines, and children to raise, I want them to also be able to open a box or two of their old toys and feel the warm memories of a simpler time.  Blair's favorite tea set, dolls, stuffed animals, Sweet Streets, and Barbies are all safely stored away and yesterday, Carson's Legos, super heroes, Star Wars ships, Nerf guns, and Pokémon cards joined them in their retirement.   

I'd adjusted to Blair being all grown up, because I still had Carson to fill the little kid shoes around here.  It's kind of a sad realization when it hits you that you no longer have anyone in your house who is little and plays with toys.  Carson's closet is now stocked with more mature contents like baseball bats, caps, a guitar, boots, and tackle boxes. 

Sometime, when we didn't even know it, we made our last trip to Toys R Us, so he could just look around and dream of what he wanted for his next birthday.  One day, somewhere along the way, I waited patiently, while he looked intently over every single Beyblade in the store and as I waited, I had no idea he'd never care about looking at them again.  One day that I can't even recall, he asked me to get his pirate set down from the top of his closet, and I didn't realize, at the time, that it would be the last time he'd ask. 

Somehow, sometime, while I was cooking supper, running carpool, folding clothes, and going to PTA meetings, they grew up on me.  Time marches on....