My youngest daughter is getting married in a week. I am finally getting around to painting her old room. I have long had designs on making it my "media room," but the transition has been slow.
My kids didn't clear their rooms out when they left, they left a mess. So, it was like they were still there. After 10 months asking, nagging, and begging my daughter to sort her things in to, "take", "store", and "give away" I gave up and did it myself.
Sorting the things she left behind was like looking through the tailings of a mine, a lot of things that didn't matter, with the occasional diamond. I saved mementos representing memories that I wasn't willing to let go of, that I hope my daughter would one day appreciate. The exercise was emotional and cathartic. The experience reminds me that it was easier for my daughter to move forward into her new life than for me to let go of her old one.
I've made progress, the first coat of paint has dried and I don't find myself crying as I sit front of the closet holding onto a piece of my daughter's childhood.
Tighten logic with malleable spanners
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Hi there,
ReplyDeleteI have been reading a few of your posts and love your writing! I am a Social Media Specialist for CareOne Debt Relief Services and run our blog posts. We are currently seeking new bloggers. Please check out our site (www.careonecredit.com)and some of our other bloggers. If you would have an interest in blogging for us please let me know. Thanks in advance for your consideration!
Suzanne
Social Media Specialist
CareOne Debt Relief Services
scramer@ascendone.com
UPDATE - Before I could make my youngest daughters room into a media room, my oldest daughter moved back home and took it over. Guess I can change the name of my blog now. :O
ReplyDelete