Hey all! Tis the season to remember…
I was looking in a safety box I have. I have had it for many years, over 20 to be exact. I keep things that mean a lot to me in this box. It use to have a key that locked it, but along the years, that key has been misplaced or gone. I still have not opt to change the box I use for my special letters, etc. I really do not know why I haven’t. I really should because the things in this safety box are irreplaceable. I would never be able to keep them safe if a small child got a hold of my box, nor if an animal saw fit to play with the contents in that box. A lot of things could very much go wrong with not having it locked. I bought this box when I was living with my parents. I did so because I wanted to lock up things that meant so very much to me and would be safe should the house catch on fire.
As you can see in the picture it is dusty somewhat, but that is okay, at least the inside is kept from harm.
I have shared bits and pieces of what is inside this box, with my children, my husband, and that is it. I really never have let anyone get a hold of it and rummage through it at free will. Like I said, this box is one of my most prized possessions. If my house were to burst out in flames, this box would be one of the very first things aside of my family and pets that I would really search to take out with me.
Inside this box I have countless letters, cards, receipts, etc. The letters were written to me, and by various people. The people include: My birth mother, my birth sister, my bio Uncles, my biological grand maw, my friends, etc. See why this box is so very important, it is because a few of those people are gone, they have died, they are a part of my life that I search so very long and hard to find, Some of those people are no longer in my life, and I feel that the words on those letters were such a link to me, the words actually took their own life in my world. No words have ever meant so much to me. I will take these letters with me to my grave. Seriously, I am thinking that I want them in my casket. I don’t know, I might change my mind. But anyhow, this is a private box for me that I am thinking of sharing to you all.
It is important to me, that other adopted children have a link to their biological life, should they choose. My heart broke for so many years, my life was drastically changed because of my being adopted. I really want others to know they are not alone and feel normal for wanting to see or know their biological where with all’s. person can not move forward when they are constantly looking backwards. If an adopted child that wants to know things and finds those things out, then they can go on to live happily and whole, never wishing or looking back into their “what if’s”, what’s or searchings’
This box contains dear things, it contains my biological past, that I know, it is my box of findings…so to speak.
My name is Michelle and this will be my personal share, stay tuned …
To be continued,
MwsR ❤
P.S.
Remember the grass is not always greener on the other side!
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