My daughter and I found this darling little ornament at a vintage Christmas sale. We love shopping in antique stores, estate sales and thrift shops. Each trip is like a treasure hunt and we can linger for hours among “old stuff”. But the irony of this faddish vintage craving of my 18 year old daughter amuses me.
She has boldly laid claim to pieces of the family heirlooms we have in our home “when I’m gone” and regularly announces plans to take the antique iron bed frame, the vintage slipper chair and other treasures from our home “when she moves out”. It’s not that I mind these references to life without mom, nor do I feel at risk of a sudden unfortunate demise. No, this allure of “old things” by my youngest is more like a play I sit and watch, wondering if the final scenes will surprise with a sudden twist of story.
Not yet even 50, my husband and I are reminded often that we are “old”. Nevermind that the things we played with in our homes as children are showing up in those vintage stores…we are not old! At least not in our own mind. In fact, on the verge of an empty nest before we turn 50 holds so much possibility, we are nearly giddy with the thought. Listen, don’t judge, we adore our children, but come on…who wants them to live at home forever?
Anyway, because I love antiques as well, this is a fun phase for me. But I wonder, in the final scenes of this drama, if my husband and I become cool as well? I won’t worry about it. In the meantime, I’ll just enjoy these moments with my kids. You know, for young ones, they are pretty cool.