- Two blue green winkle shells from St Simons Island because they are pretty and only cost 50 cents. They remind me of a place I hold dear. I’ve had them for a year.
- My kindergarten school picture. That was a great year in Mrs. Lemmon’s class…I learned to read, my right from left and how to tie my shoes! It reminds me of a time that I treasure. It’s 39 years old.
- The deposit slip for my divorce settlement from Fartbuster. It was so hard to ask for that money as a token reimbursement for the three years I supported him during school. I spent most of it on travel and there were times I wanted to send him a postcard! It reminds me to insist on and fight for what I deserve. It’s been in there for 11 years.
- Alphabet letters from a keychain that broke. My very wise friend goes by the initials HRCFS. Many of us rely on her counsel so when she left for a while we made keychains that said “WWHRCFSD?” to invoke her good advice. They make me feel a little smarter. I’ve carried these beads for a year.
- A piece of my nephew’s security blanket, Poppy. This boy loved his Poppy with a devotion that most of us cannot fathom. To the rest of the world, Poppy was just an old rubberized sheet. But to my nephew, Poppy was the safest thing in the world. He held it to his cheek and sucked his thumb to fall asleep when he was a toddler. His parents lived in fear that Poppy might be lost, so Poppy was divided into sub-Poppies for school, car, washing, etc. One summer, we were at the beach together and the grownups had stayed up wayyyyy too late talking to Mr. John Liquor. The next morning, we went out blueberry picking in the stifling heat. We were all on edge and grumpy. Someone snapped at someone else and the car got tense. I turned to my nephew riding in the carseat next to me and said, “Don’t worry about it. The grownups are not feeling very well today.” A few seconds later, I feel his little hand tapping on my wrist. He held up a thin strip of Poppy to me that he had torn off his blanket. What a kindness! What generosity! I have carried Poppy in my wallet ever since and that kid is almost a teenager now. It reminds me that I am loved.
Did you have a security blanket when you were little? Do you still carry something that grounds you or reminds you that you are loved? That you are strong? That you deserve your fair share? That you are bright and full of promise? I hope so.