Now that two of my daughters have left the nest. One who has permanently flown (although she does come home to sleep on the occasions when she has two twelve hour shifts back to back)
The other daughter is in university and will be home the occasional weekend and holidays.
a favorite photo from a few years ago sits on a window ledge
Somehow this has has felt like a double whammy of change. I knew it was to happen eventually, but it has taken me a little time to adjust.
Through the highs and lows of this phase and settling into a new normal, I have been working on cleaning up the remains that somehow seemed to be an integral element, of their bedroom.
I even wrote about it once out of desperation...here.
the bittersweet tidy:)
One day as I was working on organising and revamping their closet, I came across a poster my girls had put up when they were much younger, and why this poster ended up in the closet is a mystery.
Here behind the beautiful wedding dress,(which will eventually get cleaned and boxed for my daughter) and banished sweaters and other rejected clothing, was a groovy girl poster.
It looked ambiguous and innocent, and I stared at it enchanted.
It took me back to a time of girls and dreams.
Girls with imaginations and creativity that seemed limitless.
Girls who loved, and lived passionately.
Sisters tho' vastly different from one another; in reality were quite the same.
Two fiercely independent and resilient spirits, both wanting to find a place for their dreams to flourish.
I recall two brave, "big girls" moving into a bedroom on a different floor, to accommodate a growing family.
I wish for a moment, that these walls would display some of its history, some of the giggles, disputes, and bedtime rituals.
I wish for a moment, for a do over of the long days,
and that children would not grow up so quickly.
Time does not afford such luxuries, rather paying it forward,
leaving memories behind, like feathers scattered along life's way.
