My kids collect a lot of stuff. Some of it is intentional, some of it not so much, but valuable to us, all the same.
There are the natural wonders –
Feathers of all sorts.
Insects and Fossils.
Add to these other, less tangible collections of natural wonders, like fantastic ways to annoy your mother with bodily noises (latest addition being the armpit fart – I’m sorry, there’s no gentler way to say it.) A host of smell related memories (tootsie rolls = that time we all got sick at Halloween. waffles cooking = Daddy on a business trip), sounds we love (an owl in the middle of the night, train whistles, our thrifted cookoo clock).
Then there are the unnatural variety –
Bottle caps, an ode to public park-going litter bugs. I did not consume all that beer. Not because I’m opposed to alcohol, but because I prefer mine with a cork.
And others – near swears to say while driving (“Mama, what’s a moron?”), days full of creativity, stories and exploration, Library fines for books lost to our home’s black hole ($65 which I refuse to pay because I know they are here, SOMEWHERE!), foreign money from Daddy’s travels, maps of all 50 states, vintage books, recipes that they can make themselves; minutes, seconds, hours, days of invested time and attention from loved ones, dreams, hopes, ambitions and confidence.
Combined net worth of all those collections? Depends on your currency.
Dollars and cents = nothing.
Heart and Soul = all of it.