Lesson 1104 – Tiny Living in a Big House – Tiny step: Souvenirs

As many of you know, I was recently at the U.S. Open. It’s a yearly thing where I meet up with some of the people I met while at tennis camp. We all catch up on what’s happened in the last year. Where the kids are in school now, how much we’re playing recreationally and what the current injury situation is (let’s face it, if you’ve played tennis for a few years, you usually have a few aches.)

At the Open, they tend to hand out things. Lots of things. Over the years, they’ve distributed fans, water misters, radios, cookies, posters, and other items.

It was not enough for me to get just one of these trinkets. I’d always pick up 6 of everything – one for each kid – and usually some extras on top of that (just in case.) This of course, meant that I spent much of the U.S. Open lugging around a large bag of *stuff.* It was okay, though, it made *me* feel better about leaving the flock behind.

But times have changed. I’ve realized that I was bringing home all of these souvenirs in an effort to share my experience with everyone else and there are better ways to do that than bringing home half a dozen samples of chocolate covered cookies (even if they are delicious.)

This year, I didn’t get any samples, I bought nothing home for the kids except for stories.

I told them that I saw the number one (1!!!) men’s player in the world play tennis.

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I told them that I saw a structure that had been built for the New York World’s fair.

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I told them that I had a fantastic time catching up with an old friend from high school. (hi Joe)

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I told them that on the outer courts, we were sometimes so close, that we could have touched a world class tennis player. (But I didn’t)

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I told them that my Lego Mama Hen got to sit in the base line judge’s chair (it was between matches and no one saw me.)

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I even told them that the food vendor we went to because it had the shortest line ended up having the best food we’d ever had at the Open.

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Were my kids upset that I didn’t bring them anything? Not at all. No one pouted, no one cried, and no one said I was a bad mama hen. “We usually just threw them out anyway, mom” they told me. Instead, they listened to my stories. They asked questions and when I was done they said, “Sounds like you had a great time, Mom, glad you could go.”

Living tiny means realizing that many souvenirs you bring home are actually for *you* more than they are for others.

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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at Wendy@SimpleThrift.com

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6 Comments

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6 responses to “Lesson 1104 – Tiny Living in a Big House – Tiny step: Souvenirs

  1. Ooooo YES to everything here – what fun! Thank you for sharing…may I repost in my blog? http://www.nothingnewnews.wordpress.com Simple and profound lessons…I appreciate you!

    • Wendy Thomas

      sure, you may repost – glad you “got” the message🙂

      Wendy

      On Thu, Aug 28, 2014 at 12:39 PM, Lessons Learned from the Flock wrote:

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  2. Karen P

    Great post with good ideas for living tiny. Sounds like a great trip! Thank you.

    • Wendy Thomas

      Thanks, one tiny step at a time.🙂

      Wendy

      On Thu, Aug 28, 2014 at 12:41 PM, Lessons Learned from the Flock wrote:

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  3. This is a very informative and Useful post and help me out to get all valuable information regarding this topic. Great work

  4. Sarah

    GREAT post. Terrific reminder about what really matters in life. THANK YOU!

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