The temptation to pick up a trinket every time you leave home is strong. The “what-didja-bring-mes” that used to greet me as soon as I walked through the door are a testament to years of me doing exactly that.
Then I stopped and started focusing on memories instead.
Sometimes the memories live in a tangible object.
There’s the mask we bought from the carver after asking our guide to take us up into a less touristy part of Thailand, the hats we paid too much for in Peru because we saw the babies the money would help to feed and the schoolchildren who would read because of it.
There’s the 2 x 3 framed carving I brought back from south Africa in the days when carry-on sizes were unlimited (ah the good ol’ days). I saw it and knew I had to have it because the child on the dad’s shoulders in the carving so reminded me of my husband and son doing the same back at home.
Each one of those items was purchased because they held meaning for me at a particular moment in my life. They still do.
When I walk through my home I relive those moments and the trips that brought them to me.
Occasionally I falter, grabbing a t-shirt for the collection my husband and I started for the kids when they were babies and we didn’t know better. But those shirts are falling farther between and are no longer sought out the way they once were.
I’m guessing that next year the souvenirs will be the best ever. The whole family, together, for a full year of experiences captured by cameras and notebooks.
I expect that the kids will occasionally ask to buy a souvenir on the trip.
I’ll probably give in when they stumble across some cool toy or trinket , but I’ll call the trip a real success, if what they bring home lives in their heart and not on their mantle.
Have you or your kids got a favourite souvenir? I’d love to hear about it. Leave me a comment below.