It was time.
It was growth.
It was pieces of her life preserved in plastic form.
And then one afternoon, everything changed.
She came home from school unusually quiet.
Not upset exactly. Just thoughtful.
During dinner, she barely touched her food.
Finally, she said, “I’ve been thinking about selling my LEGO collection.”
I nearly dropped my fork.
“What?”
She looked calm, almost strangely mature.
“I think I’m ready.”
Ready?
The words felt impossible.
Parents spend years preparing themselves for milestones: first steps, first day of school, first heartbreak, first time driving. But nobody warns you about the strange emotional impact of hearing your child announce they’re ready to let go of something that defined their entire childhood.
I tried to hide my reaction.
“Why would you want to sell it?”
She paused before answering.
“I want to buy a camera.”
Now, that part didn’t surprise me entirely.
