The other day I pushed my double running stroller up the hill near our house and it spoke to me. The stroller, that is, not the hill. Although with the steep inclines in Seattle, they’ve spoken to me in other ways.
I was taking the empty stroller to the second-hand shop in our neighborhood so this was our last walk together. With my hands on the padded push bar, the time that I was pushing my kids when up the same hill on a night walk came rushing back at me. My kids were five-years-old and one-year-old and the combined weight including the stroller and our gear was about 100 lbs. There was a sliver of moon in the sky. My daughter looked up at it and said, “Dear God, please help my mom. She needs it.” But she didn’t get off to help me push… 😊
And the memory came to mind of the summer day when I loaded six neighborhood kids on the stroller so we could race down the nearby alley. Our neighbor’s sprinkler was aimed at the alley so we repeatedly rushed past to get a light spray with each circuit.
The amount of gear I could pile on this stroller was impressive. I recalled the time that we loaded it with a strider bike, a scooter, two beach towels, picnic food, and floaties and we headed to the local wading pool. Along the way, we ran into a friend and when one of my kids jumped out to say “hi” and the whole precarious load tipped backwards.
The time at Christmas when we walked to the zoo at night to see the Zoo Light show.
The trek down the road to the Old Norse nursing home for my daughter’s pre-school class to perform holiday songs while my infant son slept.
The repeated circuits around the lake near our house.
I’d guess I’ve done at least a million steps with that stroller in the last five years. It was along for scores of adventures and plenty of tears.
As we went on our last walk, I loved the stroll through so many of the memories. Can our things talk? I think when they’ve had a front row seat to a lot of love, they can.
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Yes, I think things can to talk to us. The way they smell, feel, look, and bring back those memories speak to us in ways that can’t be felt by anyone else.
Such a great comment about how our senses play into the recall. So many ways our objects talk! Thank you!
Such great memories! I also have many memories of my kids in the double stroller and pushing it up a big hill to get to our neighborhood park – that was hard work, but the kids enjoyed the ride! Our stroller was well worn when we retired it 🙂
I love this comment. It’s a labor of love pushing a stroller up a hill, isn’t it? Thanks for connecting!
What a stroller Wynne! I think that you can indeed link things to memories so that they can talk to us.
Thank you, Cristiana! I love the way you put it!
Oh I loved how you did this linking the stroller to the ending of one stage and moving onto another. Love the thought into the story telling that you put into this Wynne. Really cool.
What a great compliment coming from you, Brian! Thank you!
That’s a lovely sentiment, that our things can talk if they’ve seen a lot of love… I always thank my car when we get home, I chat to the computer when I’m streaming a show, I coax tools when making something 🙂
I love this Margaret Anne. We do have relationships with things, don’t we?
I totally remember my double stroller after reading your post. I used it in Laguna Beach in the summer over hills (Palm Springs is flat and it wasn’t that difficult.) My kids are three years apart. There was the baby stroller in the front and my son sat in the back facing me on a rumble seat. Thanks for the memories!
Oh, I love this Elizabeth! Isn’t it amazing how many memories our strollers came along for?
So many memories!
I love it Wynne! I can see it perfectly!
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“Dear God, please help my mom. She needs it.” But she didn’t get off to help me push…
I love this! 😂
There were times when the kids were growing up that I found it a little bit hard to get rid of some of the items that had so many stories attached to them.
Nice post Wynne!
I felt the same way about getting rid of the stroller. Exactly as you said — so many stories attached to them. Thanks, Todd!
LOLOLOLOL your daughter is cute Wynne!
Thanks, Belladonna! Our kids pull at our heart strings, don’t they?
They sure do!