So, that was done.
Sort of. We still had some things we wanted to store. You see, Kaia is 15. When she moved in to her bedroom in 2012 (which was actually 6 1/2 years ago, not 5 1/2, as I said in the last post, wasn’t it?), she probably didn’t mind having bins full of things like puppets and American Girl clothes taking up space in her room, but let’s get real. I, personally, love my American Girl doll, but, at 15, I probably would have needed my shelf space for something other than storing all of the the entire household’s American Girl doll clothes and accessories. And puppets! Do you people even know how many puppets we own? Seriously, we needed to free up that space for things she was actually using on a regular basis (which doesn’t mean we don’t still love our puppets, says the drama teacher inside me). Besides which, it’s her bedroom. She should get to keep her stuff in there, instead of stuff that’s kind of community property. I think, again, in our haste to move, we just never reorganized that shelf after we moved it into her room, and, since she was the youngest, it made some sense for toys to be stored in her room, at the time. Now, on the other hand…
Well, I needed just a couple more large boxes, so I headed back to Michaels, and, as anticipated, all of the good 80% off boxes were gone. But I did find two very lovely ones that were 40% off, and that was okay. I mean, it felt a little splurgy, after the 80% off boxes, but I guess I’ll survive buying boxes at 40% off, just this once.
After all, they are the perfect boxes for treasures.
They fit perfectly into the space I had for them (if you ignore the fact that one overhangs the shelf just slightly), and they were the right size to hold all of our puppets.
When the old bins were empty, I removed the old tags from them, knowing Kaia wouldn’t need them anymore, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to throw them away yet. Is that silly? It’s just…it’s the end of an era, isn’t it? I know, it’s the beginning of an exciting new one, too, as my three little babies, little no more, continue on their journey through life. Two in college already, and one a sophomore in high school. You know, I always believed those people when they told me the years would fly, but I didn’t understand how it would feel until I was folding all of the little dress up clothes, having weeded out the ones that were just beyond repair and not worth saving. I didn’t get it, until I was carefully tucking the matchbox cars into their boxes, and trying to remember their names, making sure the puppets weren’t too crowded, and no one was getting smushed…and I could hear their little voices just like it was yesterday.
“Today, I’m going on an adventure!”
“I’m a pirate, so I need this hook, and I need to get on my pirate ship…”
“Hey, sisters, sisters! Look at what I found!”
And now it’s quiet. The boxes are all put away. Justice is at school tonight. Shane is not yet home from work. Hallie, of course, is living on campus this year. It’s very quiet, except for the faint sound of one voice, not so little now, talking and laughing with a friend on the phone.
Pizza’s ready, so I go to pull it out of the oven, and there on the counter, I see them.
I still haven’t thrown these away.
I’m thinking, maybe, I’ll keep them for a while. It’s silly, isn’t it? But then, I’ve always been sentimental.