My ReaLIZation

Observations of life for those with the occasional need for expressions of randomness

Mine

One of my favorite people in the world is my beautiful niece Abigail Grace a/k/a/ Abby G. She is a tiny bundle of attitude and I mean that in the nicest way possible. She is saucy and precocious and amazing! I love her so much.

I just spent the morning with her and one of my other favorite people, my nephew, Easton James. We have several nick names for him. The most common is probably E.J. but we also lovingly referred to him as our chunky monkey and my favorite little Fatty-Fatty-Boom-Ba-Lat-y. I am not being unkind; he is adorable. At less than 1-year-old he is also heavier than his 2 and a half-year-old sister. I believe he is an all-star football player in the making.

Abby G’s newest “it” phrase is “Mine”. It started with a sippy cup of milk that she refused to drink. As soon as her brother started to drink it she went five-alarm.
Mine, mine, mine!!! She didn’t want it, but she didn’t want anyone else to have it either (especially not her pesky baby brother).

The whole thing made me stop and think.

  1. Do we learn to do that or is it a built-in instinct?
  2. Do we ever unlearn the behavior or grow out of it?
  3. Why is it so important to us to have stuff? Particularly stuff we don’t want or need?

I know that throughout my life I have metaphorically chanted “mine” because of various periods and people in my life. I am still trying to learn to let go. To let go of the all the things that I just had to have and rarely ever use. To let go of the perceptions that cause judgments about people I don’t really know and hold me back from realizing real happiness and peace.

What do you hold on to? Does it ever hold you back?

 

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