I never used it. You see, it belonged to someone else. It has sentimental value to me though. The original owner used it in Ghana to tote her adoption paperwork for two very special boys. Have you ever seen how much paperwork is required to adopt? A CRAZY amount. During the month that we were in Ghana, waiting for clearance to bring our kids home, the backpack began to fall apart. By the time we left, the person who had been using it said she was leaving it behind. I thought it was too cute to part with. I asked her if I could have it and when she said yes, I quickly shoved it into my huge duffle bag of stuff I was toting home.
It sat in my house for over two years. I just couldn’t part with it. Even though the straps were broken and there were holes along some of the seams, I held onto it in my sewing basket. I always thought I could do something with it. It was so beautiful and it reminded me of one of the most important times of my life.
Last month I got a new laptop. I had been saving for that thing forever. It’s a lovely new Macbook Air. So tiny. So pretty. SO not fitting in my old laptop sleeve. Out came the beautiful Ghanaian backpack and the seam ripper. It was already padded, already lined. I was truly perfect. I took it apart into pieces and carefully positioned the front piece that held the pocket. I worked around it. I sewed it all back together and even re-stitched the flap onto it.
My new laptop now has a new (old) home.
Every time I reach into my bag for my laptop I’ll be reminded of a time when it seemed like nothing could get any worse, when really, it couldn’t have been about to be any better. I am one fortunate mama.
who likes a little Ghana in her life.