Tears for toys?

The toys got me. They pulled my heartstrings, and the next thing I knew I was rooting through my purse to find my trusty pack of tissues. If you haven’t seen Toy Story 3, I won’t ruin anything for you. I’ll just tell you that you MUST see it, as it offers a jam packed dose of humor and sentimentality that just might entertain adults more than children.

That said, on the way home my nine year old nephew asked, “Why did you cry?”. Well, I’m a crier. I almost started crying as the Secretariat preview played before our feature presentation. Yet, I chalk my tears up to two things: taking a trip down memory lane and passing Scout on to new owners.

Since returning from living overseas, I’ve been reorganizing my “stuff” currently housed in my parents’ basement. Sorting through pictures and mementos revived latent memories of times past.

Prior to leaving East Asia, I needed to find a new home for Scout. When I picked her up from the Good Friend Store last spring, I told a friend that I didn’t give up pets. In all my years of pet ownership, I’d never had to. This time was different. I knew it wasn’t the best of decisions to bring Scout back to the states, and fortunately a loving family was provided for her. Nonetheless, saying goodbye to a furry friend was, and is, hard.

In adjusting to life back in the states, I’m reminded that time moves on, and people grow older—something Toy Story 3 explores. Two realities of life that are hard to accept.