Recycling waste is critical to saving the physical environment; so why couldn't recycling especially tender and moving memories contribute to saving souls?
Twenty years I was helping my wife raise two talented toddlers. I found pure joy and spiritual satisfaction in wrestling with them in the family room, chasing them around the playground, and reading a few scriptures every night with them after dinner. I was warned by much more senior and experienced parents to cherish these moments because they would be lost forever when the innocence of youth transformed into the hormones and doubts of young adulthood.
Now I'm still helping my wife raise two hopeful and maturing adults in their mid-twenties. I've been spending unexpected but wholly welcomed time with my married son and his wife as they plan their lives together and look forward to finding their place in the workforce and raising a family of their own. I just finished spending an action-packed, ennobling weekend with my young adult daughter as she eagerly embraced prophetic counsel offered at General Conference. My soul seemed to recognize the same pure joy and spiritual satisfaction I embraced two decades ago spending time with these two toddlers. I was recycling memories and strengthening my own soul in the process.
They say that you can't go back; but they didn't say you couldn't recycle. So I've decided to efficiently recycle the memories of my offspring's youth and enjoy embracing their current accomplishments.
Recycling is the right thing to do.