It’s been too long.
It’s been a busy few months.
It’s been a busy life.
Weddings, vacations, jobs and other new jobs.
And now, as a new year – as in a new school year – begins, I am in the midst of sorting through lives.
My mother in law is downsizing and many things are being filtered through our home. She is a holdover from the days where you always picked up a brochure wherever you went and you took two in case you lost one.
Also, we recently had a film crew take over our home and one of the many outcomes – besides a cool experience and meeting some exceptional young film makers – was that my basement got turned upside down.
And that’s a good thing.
In one day, two film people moved the 27 years of accumulated STUFF (cause junk is too harsh a word) that we had in two of the many rooms in our basement. They moved it into another already STUFF filled room.
When the crew was putting the house back together, we asked them to not refill the basement rooms. We asked them to leave it all.
So now, I am trying to take a critical eye to every single thing.
Why is it that I have enough paper plates to feed a small army? Or literally enough push pins to create a push pin Mona Lisa?
Life has a funny way of being told in material accumulation and man, we have had some kind of BIG life.
It’s easy to know that you don’t need hundreds of cork board push pins.
But what’s harder to decide is about the hundreds of masterpieces my children created over the years; I gotta say – they were a prolific pair.
The handmade birthday cards, sure. Easy choice (keep).
It’s funny, though. It’s those little doodles that Laura did in a notebook I kept in the car. I remember the day when it was finally not about Barney (keep).
The drawings where Kyle made heads HUGE and hands coming out of those heads – I remember talking through why heads are big (“cause they’re the most important part”) even thought it was 27 or so years ago (keep).
We live in the digital world and so I can, and will, digitize much of it.
There are some outfits that were in a box, alongside a box of crib bedding. Those all have a new home in a cedar lined trunk. Little runners and dance shoes and Sesame Street dishes somehow made it in as well.
For now, I am looking at things like roller blades and tote bags, wrapping paper and grapevine wreaths.
There are people who can use these things that have sat for years and years (and years).
And the childhood treasures, well, they will have to wait for another day.