I’ve put off cleaning up my sons room since he moved out for college. Seriously, here’s proof. Everything piled on top of his bed and that’s how it has been for months. (showing off my housekeeping skills, eeks!) Please somebody tell me they can relate!!
I’ve procrastinated because cleaning meant I had to deal with the reality that he is growing up. Every time I’d walk in his room, I’d notice the markings outside his closet door where he marked his growth. For years he felt like he’d never grow tall like his friends. (Sorry, I had to record this for me – the sappy sentimental mom.) Look how much he grew in 2004. I swear most of that happened the week he was at camp.
Finally, last weekend was different. The rooms mess had to go. It had to be cleaned.
Enough was enough.
Hubby and I had a big date to Home Depot – woo hoo! Do you hear a little sarcasm in my voice? OOps – so sorry! However, hubs had to work that night so Linds and I got busy. We were fortunate our neighbor came over and decided to help. Then about 30 minutes into the job, some special friends called and invited us all to “On the Border”. So, we took a break and went. Now, that’s the way I like to work.
When we came back to reality and got busy painting, neighbor was fixing to paint over the markings on the door and she stopped.
“Alene, are you sure you want me to paint over these? Look at them!”
Me – sad and teary eyes, “No, but we need to. I took pictures earlier.”
While my daughter is cracking up laughing, I was choking back tears! Neighbor slowly (it seemed like the slowest slow-mo ever!) and ever so methodically rolled Pottery Red paint (or Barnyard Red as Linds calls it) over those cute, adorable, filty, and priceless markings.
Right there – in the moment – precious memories covered up by a layer of paint.
Once I got over the shock, I (the girls found other fun things to do – imagine that?) got busy. It actually took me all weekend, but check it out! (I swear the walls match – bad photography – I do much better on people! ha)
These three guitars are so special. The one on the right was my daddy’s guitar. In the middle we have my son’s first guitar. (the guitar was as big as he was when he first started playing) And on the left side is my first guitar.
Ah yes, a clean room ready and waiting for my son to move back in to. Actually, there’s not much chance of that happening. He loves where he is. I love where he is too . . . growing up with such a passion for the Lord.
So, we have a room for visitors now. You want to come over?
Amazingly, if you come quickly the room might still be clean.
Linking up with the DIY Homemaker’s Challenge.