The time always comes and no matter how long it took to get here or how much you thought about it you are never really prepared. Last week I decided it was time to do some spring cleaning. This house is so small and every inch I manage to acquire can be used for something.
Andrew’s room is full to the brim of his childhood. His built-ins are overflowing with these memories. Trophies, plaques, the game ball, favorite childrens books and stuffed animals all nestled into nooks and corners waiting for his attention. Four years ago he graduated from high school and marched off to college. These items didn’t go with him.
I have packed plastic bins with music from high school and even some from college over the years. There is a box with odds and ends that were important at some time in his life. His swim medals and band medals are encased in separate Ziploc bags. A LSU hot wheel truck is still in its package from the time he wanted a truck for his birthday! There are birthday cards and school yearbooks, pictures and certificates. How many caps does a person really need? Lots. Of. Stuff!
Two deer head hang on the walls and turkey feathers are propped on the shelves. On one shelf are DVD’s by the dozen and games for his Xbox and we have no idea where the game console is! That fish is still under his bed and may spend the rest of its life there. You can read about that de-cluttering story here.
I had more plastic boxes, the broom, the vacuum, and the dust cloth ready in hand and as I stood around that room taking it all in and I just couldn’t do it. For some reason I felt as though I was throwing him out and leaving him homeless if I packed up his stuff. I know he won’t be back to live here permanently anymore. 😦 A few weeks in the summers, a couple of weeks between semesters, a few days during spring break, and some weekends scattered out through the year is all we will get. And as it should be.
I tided. I dusted. I packed one small box with non-essential items. I made the room livable for a stretch of a few nights of sleep at the most. It’s all I could muster.
Andrew doesn’t have a problem with me packing up his stuff. I have the problem!