Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Remember to pick up your toys

Don't call Mom's bluff

When your parents tell you something you really should listen up.

This was learned the hard way, but really only later in life. When I was a kid, my parents were brilliant in their arrangement of the house. My brother and I had a separate room for our junk which was called the playroom. Periodically my mother would request a salvage effort. This may have been because her usually clean house had a pocket of disarray and mayhem. It may have been out of concern for the loss of my brother and I in a crapalanche. Whatever the reason we were usually compliant after a fair bit of pushing.

Once we decided to see what would happen if we decided to ignore her requests. Of course, we figured that if we hadn't cleaned it she would. In true Mom fashion she didn't disappoint us and cleaned with a vengeance. Less effort and fewer tactics were utilized in the invasion of Iraq. The key difference between her cleaning method and ours was that Mom's place to store the toys that were picked up and ours differed greatly. While my brother and I picked up toys and put them in the toybox or on shelves Mom picked them up and put them in large black bags which made their way to a battered woman's shelter.

While we found this to be devastating at the time, I have come to bemoan this loss much more in my later years. My brother and I had a great affinity for Star Wars toys and I have seen items that I remember playing with sell in collector's shops for serious amounts of coin. These weren't in great shape either. Wee took great care of our stuff. If felt the greatest loss over my favourite one the Large Size Boba Fett which was selling for $230.00 at a shop here in town.

The lessons to be learned here are:
Don't mess with Mom
Pick up your toys and you'll always remember where they are
There are always people who need stuff more than you

I always take consolation in the fact that somewhere out there remain children that would never have been able to lay a hand on such great toys if not for the actions of one disgruntled mother. I only hope they had as much fun, or more, with them while escaping the harsh realities of a life they never deserved to have thrown at them.

Unless they chewed on my Boba Fett, then damn them.


Blogger Hick said...

Don't mess with mom! My favorite rule. I have one rule for my 20 year old son...Don't worry your mom. I like yours better.

As far as picking up your toys...my husband left his entire life-long baseball card collection at his parent's home when he moved out. Several years later, when he had calculated how much it was worth, he went to their house to find them. His mother had sold the entire collection at a garage sale for $25.00. Ohhhh! The pain...the anguish.

Don't mess with mom.

11:01:00 AM  
Blogger Sask 1 said...

My little brother used to collect Star Wars figures.
One day he told my mother about me making out with a boy on the sofa.She practically killed me.His star wars figures all ended up being thrown out with the trash never to be seen again.Moral of the story,dont piss off big sis.

3:28:00 PM  
Blogger Rainypete said...

Yeah Hick I know what you mean. My Dad had about 150 original Matchbox cars when he came over from England (worth a bundle, they actually came in tiny matchboxes - which he still had too). He left them there in a drawer in his room and when he went back about 10 years later she had given them to a neighbor's son. Guess he wished he'd packed them.

As for don't mess with big Sis....never a prob for me I'm big brother

3:38:00 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

That's right. Don't mess with us moms.

I've done what your mom has done. The great thing is that I only needed to to it once. *insert evil laugh here*

6:09:00 PM  
Blogger happyandblue2 said...

Mom's are mean. Mine took the stick with a nail in it that I played with and threw it out just because she had stepped on it when I left it in the bathroom.
I miss old sticky..

10:02:00 PM  
Blogger JODSTER said...

I weep now as I think of my large sized dath vader and chewbacca.

"Crapalanche" is my new favourite word!

I loved your playroom. My kids have one now. It's called OUR HOUSE!

4:37:00 PM  

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