I’m no sci-fi girl and not particularly crafty. But as soon as that big fabulous box carrying our new double stroller arrived at our door a decade ago, I thought to myself I’m going to make a time machine.
On the first day of school in that one-room, country schoolhouse, most of the other kids raced to the bigger, newer, shinier desks.
But little Diane, the one with a gleam in her eye and potato in her lunch bucket, who would one day become my mother, slid knowingly into the smallest, most unassuming one of them all.
You know that endless trail of Mother’s Day handprints, inkblot paintings, tissue paper bouquets, and phallic-like animal drawings your kids have brought home from school that prompted you to consider buying stock in Rubbermaid® ?
Well, I’m here to tell you all those trips to Target you’ve made for more storage containers and fridge magnets to preserve this glimpse into their poignant, Van Gogh-ish childhood will one day be appreciated by your children’s future midlife nostalgic selves.