Toy Story

car boyAs my boys get older and their interests shift from matchbox cars vroomed on the carpet to computer games that make my head spin, it seemed only natural we’d start to clear and cull the clutter of toys which have defined our lives for the better part of twelve years.

Digging through the crates of cars and bins of bulldozers, sorting the Playmobil knights and pirates, stacking the Thomas track to pack should have been cathartic. All the space we will reclaim! All the weight to shed! And it was. For a little while. Until we got to the bottom of all the cars and trucks and things that go.

Dumping out the Matchbox cars I realized, with the beginnings of a lump in my throat, there was a story behind almost every one. This one was a Matchbox match of the black VW Golf we had in NYC, fondly dubbed, The Daddy Car. That one was the Mini-Cooper my husband had to go back to the beach for after it had been accidentally left behind in the sand. The big blue monster truck? We bought that one to placate a cranky toddler right before a long car trip. There’s the clutch of construction vehicles which came to the playground every day for three years, forklifts and front loaders traded between hot little hands, now scarred and chipped with playground digging. There were race cars and emergency vehicles that populated the road rug we kept under the bed. And at the very bottom of the box, dusted with lint were Lightning McQueen and friends.

One of our favorite pictures, taken when we were still a family of three, shows us tanned and relaxed in the Florida sunshine, a chunky toddler smiling a goofy grin to the camera. In his sweaty hand, he clutches a toy Chick Hicks. We collected those collectible cars and each new acquisition slept under a pillow, was carted around in pockets and fists. Those cars were the bread and butter of his play for years.

My younger son’s taste was more eclectic. Frying pans and toy kitchens, and lest we forget the empty Listerine bottle phase. But his passion was construction vehicles. The knowledge I acquired with boy child number one was put to the test with boy child two. Backhoes, front loaders, rollers, pavers, scrapers and forklifts. We had  a bag of yellow, plastic diggers that came to the beach and another bag of yellow, plastic diggers for the park. His eyes lit up like Christmas every time we passed a construction site. We spent hours watching buckets full of dirt and rock rise into the Cypriot sun. We even once went to a  trade show where we were entertained by backhoes strutting their outriggers to Lady Gaga. Go figure.

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Toy stories.

The Toy Story trilogy, for all its cute adventure and syrupy sentimentality is, at its heart, about the inevitable passage of time. By packing those well-loved toys in a box labeled for the attic, kids take the final step over the threshold of adolescence and close the door on childhood. And while I sympathize with Woody, well-loved cowboy, playmate, and friend, the character I identify with most is the oft unseen mother.

You see, the mother isn’t just packing up a box of toys to be donated or even a box of memories. She’s packing up all the magic she witnessed over the years; the undiluted imagination, the possibility, the joy that zooming a bunch of cars on the carpet or digging in dirt brought to her children.

My older son takes his bike into the Danish woods with friends and cycles around now. Maybe they’re making the same sounds he used to make when he was a toddler pushing a tiny bulldozer around the sandpit while he flies over dirt minds and careens around trees. I hope so. My younger son spends hours upon hours making intricate models of World War II aircraft and micro-mini Star Wars fleet out of Lego. Nerf weaponry has replaced the construction vehicles. Computer games have replaced the wooden Thomas track.

And I am left with the phantom limb syndrome of all those toys and the memories they evoke.

f79d635f2e3f60140fb20047093dbdf7In the end, the memories remain even if the toys don’t. I packed up three giant baggies full of matchbox cars to deliver to the school after school program. The Duplo and the giant mobile crane that took up precious square footage in an apartment with limited storage. But in a box to travel to wherever we go next went things I couldn’t quite part with:

The Daddy car and ‘Man’, the action figure we spent weeks looking for, only to find  in the inner workings of our printer the day we were packing to move to Cyprus, long after his absence had been forgotten. Randy, the driver of Unit 2. The pirate ship and a small selection of backhoes and forklifts and site-dumpers. And of course, Lightening McQueen and his car-patriots.

They will stay with us, like the snapshots I have of those two smiling boys, to infinity and beyond.

 

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16 thoughts on “Toy Story

  1. Elyse April 17, 2016 / 4:41 pm

    Trucks. Even now, with Jacob nearly 25, I drive by construction sites and make noises like the trucks if nobody’s with me. I had a set of small trucks in a baggie in my purse or diaper bag for at least 5 years that came out at restaurants and wherever we needed a well behaved boy to be quiet. They worked every time. My personal favorite was the concrete pump-a-pump-pumper that reached up high to pump concrete up high or far over …

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    • Dina Honour April 17, 2016 / 4:45 pm

      Ah, see! I had a car/truck stashed in every conceivable place. Bags, pockets, glove compartment….and I can still tell a front loader from a backhoe. We had ’tility’
      vehicle, an all purpose utility truck. I kept that one too.

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      • Elyse April 17, 2016 / 4:50 pm

        Jacob had a weird fixation with construction cones — more than with the trucks at a construction site. He bought me one for Christmas just last year!

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  2. Melanie McNeil April 17, 2016 / 5:04 pm

    I think vehicle love is a thing for boys. When my son was 2 and asked what he wanted Santa to bring for Christmas, he said he wanted a big truck. So we found the biggest Tonka dump truck we could find. He was crushed. He wanted a *BIG* truck. Like, a TRUCK! Then when he was in 3rd-5th grade he spent hours racing Hot Wheels cars down tracks, one at a time, timing them, converting their speeds to scaled miles per hour. He loved trains and trucks and construction equipment and airplanes. Ultimately airplanes won, and now he flies a *BIG TRUCK*, the biggest cargo plane the Air Force flies. He got his big truck after all. And we still have all his Hot Wheels cars, of which he gets another every year in his Christmas stocking.

    Thanks for sharing your toy stories.

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    • Dina Honour April 17, 2016 / 5:25 pm

      Oh! I love the idea of a car in the stocking! (I may have to steal it). My little one’s focus has shifted from construction trucks to planes, though we shall see if it sticks. Thanks for sharing YOUR toy stories. I love them.

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      • Melanie McNeil April 17, 2016 / 6:12 pm

        These days he also gets kitchen gadgets in the stocking, small whisk, veggie peeler, ice cream scoop… 🙂

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  3. A Simple Village Undertaker April 17, 2016 / 5:18 pm

    We also have those boxes of memories, videos from the early 1990’s that we played in the Suburban for the three girls as we made those long trips to visit family in other states. Just last week I was flipping through the channels and came accross Toy Story 1. I sat there watching it for almost an hour and those trips played back. Our middle daughter (25) was there and thought it was very funny that I was watching it after all those years. Someday, she will undersand. Thank you for reminding me.

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    • Dina Honour April 17, 2016 / 6:01 pm

      That’s the genius of Toy Story, I think. It appeals to all ages. Kids enjoy the humor and adventure. Teens recognize those feelings of growing up, and parents get to get all misty eyed about those tucked away memories. I’m glad you were reminded.

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  4. Marissa Bergen April 17, 2016 / 8:24 pm

    That’s why it’s so darn hard to just throw out all the clutter…so many terrific tales to tell.

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    • Dina Honour April 17, 2016 / 9:47 pm

      It’s true. We save a lot. But it’s hard when you don’t have a basement or an attic!

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      • Marissa Bergen April 18, 2016 / 10:52 pm

        Yes, we don’t! Just a very small storage space behind the building. Oh well, makes you more motivated to get rid of stuff!

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  5. Cherry April 17, 2016 / 8:38 pm

    “The Jungle book” movie is out and “I” want to see it. I ASKED my 16-yr-old son to go see the film with me because “Tarzan” was the first animated film he watched as a teeny tiny boy. In fact, his first word was not Mama or Papa but “Gorille” (he watched it in French)! I never forget how his face lit up whenever he watched that film because he knew that I would be sitting besides him, half holding him in my arms. Gosh, don’t tell him I told you this, otherwise, he probably will back off his promise to go see the film with his Mum !

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    • Dina Honour April 17, 2016 / 8:42 pm

      Hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. Let me know how the movie is. That’s a sweet story. He must be big enough now to half hold you in HIS arms.

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  6. aviets April 18, 2016 / 12:28 am

    Oh, yeah. Been there and then some. The first time we saw Toy Story 3 in the theater was the summer before our oldest went to college and I SOBBED OUT LOUD for the last 20 minutes of the film. (Same with Finding Nemo, when Dory and Marlin have to “let go” in the whale’s mouth – even though we first saw it when the kids were still pretty little, I saw the poignancy immediately and already dreaded the day I had to let go – it still makes me cry.) There were plenty of toys I simply couldn’t part with, which are stored away in our crawl space, waiting hopefully for the days of grandchildren.

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    • Dina Honour April 18, 2016 / 9:54 am

      Exactly. I think it’s a bit harder for me to justify the packing and saving because of our lifestyle (lack of storage space, we don’t own a home, can we justify moving boxes of toys from country to country?), but the sentiment is the same for sure. I had my kids on the mid to late side, I’m just hoping I’m still around to see grandchildren!!

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