In my boys’ room looking at a hotwheels car

Earlier today (Monday) I was spending my day off cleaning up my boys room.  It’s the room where #2 & #3 share space, and the place was a wreck.

(Note to Self… go over to all the homes represented by the people over at my house for a baby shower on Sunday and trash one of their kid’s rooms.  Oh yeah, also take some toys outside for no reason.)

I’m not bitter.

I pick up a HotWheels car and notice that it was actually one that I had had as a boy.  I turned it over and noticed the date… 1974.  Ok… it was the actual car from my youth.  I sat down and just stared at it for a bit.  To be honest, I rolled it on my leg and watched the wheels turn.

It’s awesome.  It is blue with a stripe down the center (full length) with a ’70’s kind of design in the stripe.  The back two wheels are a little bigger than the front ones.  It was always one of the “good guy” cars when the cars would be brought out of the plastic case.  It was my favorite car.

My mind went back to time spent in my room in the floor next to my closet doors.  My FisherPrice men and vehicles were kept there as well as the cars.  I loved those moments… dreaming and playing and just “being.”

I wondered in those moments today if my boys are making memories.  Are they taking time to play and be and imagine?  Am I giving them time, even guarding their time so that they can have time, to make memories?

For that matter… am I taking time to make memories?  Can I still play and imagine?  Is that a waste of time, or is that what time is all about?

Wow, I’m going now to check out the hotwheels website.