Recycled Toys and Me

I always spent this period trying to find gifts for my children, starting with my very young Louis, when I was living in involuntary simplicity. I tried to unearth treasures when December came around, then I breathed what I had gathered into ideas to ask Santa for.

So I am always filled with gratitude for the passing of time and the ever more beautiful days that unfold.

Night after night when my child was in bed, I disinfected the toys. As you know by now, the first concoction Luc created for me was the purifying formula because, trotting around second-hand markets and being noticeably disdainful but above all not wanting to poison my little one with chemical disinfectants, I had asked him for a mixture to annihilate all microbes in its path without there being any danger thereafter if the baby put the toy or book in his mouth.

I could stay up so late washing, to the sound of sweet Christmas music, my heart happy to be able to give to my child.

When you have little, you want to give a lot, especially so that the difference is not felt. My boyfriend, who had just met me, thought I was a bit over the top: without hearing him, I filled the floor in front of the tree with these recycled and well-wrapped toys.

Recently, I have been able to go to department stores more, but I keep my style. AND I relive those moments. This love also from my mother which touches me a lot as I look back on the path I have taken. ??