My precious Laurel received boxes and boxes of memorabilia from my children's lives several weeks ago from her dad. She spent time sorting everything and when I was at her house this past weekend, we finished sorting a little more. It was extremely emotional for me (surprise surprise! ha!) so I tried not to really look at anything but just sort into boxes. When I got home yesterday I brought all of the boxes into the house and left them on the back porch. Today, I took them downstairs to their permanent home in my basement and decided it was the inspiration I needed to consolidate boxes and sort the yuuuuchy basement a little bit. In the process, I opened the boxes I already had stored with love and momentoes of all of my kids lives. You can only walk down memory lane once in while and for not too long a time...too emotional.
I managed to consolidate many tubs together and pitch some cardboard boxes and miscellaneous stuff from the shelves. After several hours of this task I decided I had had enough and went outside to enjoy the lovely day on the patio. A little sit down with the birds singing and the sun shining and I felt renewed. Back to the basement and I began pulling my precious Jenny's tubs from their long held spot. I decided it was time to take all of the clothes and fabric-type stuff from the boxes rather than let it sit in the damp basement any further. Emotional.
After I accomplished this task I decided that the same applied to the rest of the kids boxes. I hit Laurel's boxes and Will's. I went to Russ's and low and behold...no boxes! He had already taken his personal memories to his own grown up home several years ago.
I sorted the items and sent them to the washer and dryer...years of basement in them!
I am not sure what my plans are from here but I am so very glad to have reclaimed these wonderful memories from the basement. In the process I uncovered a journal that Jenny had written in...I didn't even know she had a journal. I took this up to my studio to read another day.
Later today I decided I was already a bit emotional from all of the sorting and memories so decided to open the journal. It was like Jen was right here talking to me for a while. What a gift. Those of you who know our family know that Jenny died 11 years ago this coming April 26.
I will go through the rest of ALL of the boxes another day to see if there are any other journal-type things that I need to bring out of the basement. I think I have had enough emotion for one day!
Thank you, my kids, for the gift of your patience and love with your emotional mother.