Let’s trash talk about the family. No, really, just go with me on this. I have a theory. What you do with your trash says a lot about you and your family.
My hypothesis came to me when I remembered a funny story years ago. Let me explain. As a child, I was responsible for emptying the trash around the house every day. I hated this chore. After a while, it became boring. Eventually, I acted out. One day, I saw something interesting in the trash, and so I kept it. (It was something I could turn into a doll bed.)
The next day, I did the same thing. I started stealing the trash regularly. I mostly took things from my mom’s trash since she had the best stuff. After several months, I had quite a collection of people’s “things” in my drawers. In my creative brain, I had formed all sorts of ideas on how it could be repurposed.
I did not see it as taking the trash. I saw what it could be instead of what it was. If you are like me and want to repurpose things, check out 100 Ways to Repurpose and Reuse Broken Household Items.
Whose Trash Is It?
One day, my mom came into my room and found her trash in my drawers. She was beside herself. I guess she thought I was going to be a trash collector or live in a dump someday. (No offense if you do that.) She immediately made me haul off my new-found items back into the trash.
I was really upset as it had become my stuff, and she was making me throw away MY belongings. But to her, it was HER trash. Now that I look back, I do agree. It was trash!
Trash Talk-The Thief Strikes Again
Fast forward 30-40 years, and here we are. The trash thief strikes again. Over the years, I have taken things from park strips, abandoned places, people’s giveaways, the Salvation Army (purchased) and painted it.
I created my daughter’s whole childhood bedroom from trash. I must say it turned out beautifully. (The table and the chair I painted was used in a child’s portrait.) Little did I know I would have a talent for seeing the beauty in something that looked worn to someone else and making it into works of art. I feel the same way about people. This is why I started blogging.
I wanted to encourage people who may feel alone, depressed, overwhelmed, or cast aside and help them to find value and worth in themselves as a person and more importantly, a mother. My goal is to help women see what they could be. To become better people every single day.
Trash Talk About My Husband
I married someone who likes trash, too. His trash is different from mine; he likes building materials. He doesn’t like to throw away wood, nails, broken tools, old doors, lumber, scraps, etc. Over the years, he has rebuilt cabinets, made a mantle, put up beams in our living room, re-created door frames, and much more. It has saved a ton of money.
The only drawback is that we have kept a few things he never did use-doors. My husband really likes doors. He finally gave up the idea of making them into a table. Thankfully, our door pile is gone. He realized he had too much to do at his office.
Vocationally, he likes doing the same thing. Taking something that looks useless (companies), cleaning it up, and making them profitable. Same concept, but different area.
Trash Talk About My Son
Neither of my children has the same sort of ideas about trash that my husband and I do. Trash is just trash to them. For instance, my son doesn’t think about the trash; he really likes his trash can.
It’s solid, rustic, and looks hand-made. It is very manly like him. He moves it with him every place he lives. I think he will always keep it. We bought it when we went on a family vacation to Red River, N.M.
I think the trashcan reminds him of that trip. He is all about relationships and the experience. Family, friends, and fishing.
He loves going places and being with people.
Trash Talk About My Daughter
Then there is my daughter. Growing up, she and I have had our issues about where the trash belongs. She thinks the floor is fine. I’m not so agreeable. I believe she thinks that trash isn’t important, whereas, I do.
She is a very social person and would rather be with people than think about minor details like putting trash in its proper place. Like my son, she places value on the experience. For instance, the thing that has most changed her life has been going to Guatemala.
Guatemala is just one big trash heap. My daughter loved being there. Trash just doesn’t bother her. And the people who live in the trash were of great value to her. She saw them as people. Not junk like so many of the people in Guatemala believes about them. My daughter is not of the mindset of re-purposing trash but re-purposing people who everyone else thinks is unredeemable.
She is a very compassionate and laid back person who can handle rougher situations where it smells, and it’s not comfortable. God wired her that way. What a blessing she is able to see past the messy stuff and see the beauty. She does not get distracted by the trash.
Trash Talk About You
I bet if you think about the way your family handles trash, you will glean a lot about their personalities and how they think about life. I was truly amazed at what I realized about my family.
Next time my daughter throws trash on the floor, I will try not to come unglued. Instead, I will remember how God made her, and then I will tell her to go put it in the trash can while I am gritting my teeth. Tell me how your family handles the trash.
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