Passing things down

As a child we moved a lot. As in an awful lot :( A lot of it, now, just blends together and my few childhood recollections are a confused jumble of places, people and times (often incorrectly reconstructed and mashed together from incomplete memories).

Suffice to say very little in terms of childhood or family items have made it through to our forever home to be seen by my kids :(

One little trinket, though, somehow made it through. A tacky little china cat which I can't remember when or where I got, but it was certainly sometime before I was 5. So probably around my daughter's age. It isn't anything expensive, or special, but it is the tiniest and slimmest thread linking young Adelaide with her Mum at a similar age.

With only a handful of photos, and next to nothing else from or of me as a child, it's nice to have something from my childhood to become a part of hers <3 And so the tacky kitty sits in pride of place in her shadow box.  I have impressed on her, several times, just how special it is to me (not in terms of what it is - more in terms of what it represents). And now she sits and looks at it commenting "This was Mumma's when she was little - and now it is MINE!"

 

Adelaide's kitty cat