My parents kept cups from my youth, too, and for the longest time, I did not understand why they didn’t replace them.
I think I understand now.
Today, when I go to the cupboard, I see our old cups and I am swept away to a moment in time when, as a young father, I reached for one of them, grabbed it, filled it with the appropriate drink, and handed it to one of our children.
It’s funny, I have no doubt that if those cups were placed in a garage sale next week, no one would see any value in them, no one would buy them. That’s OK. I get it.
But to me, they are priceless.
It took awhile, but I understand why my parents never got rid of their old cups and why our childrens’ cups will always have a place in our home.