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Tears in the Attic

July 26, 2011

     The stroll down memory lane is actually quite a journey.  There are spots of cool shade that envelop us in refreshing remembrances.  There are bumps and ruts that make the journey difficult.  Then there are spots along the trail that are so confusing, causing us to laugh and cry within the same moment.  Today, without planning on it, I took such a journey.

     I entered the attic in search of extra totes; for the clutter I was still working on.  I began to peek in each box, pulling out forgotten books that might be useful for the upcoming school year, grabbing a few placemats, and then running head on with memory lane.  There it was, a box filled with my oldest son’s baby photo albums.  I had been looking for these for a while, since last Christmas, but they showed up today.  All I had to do was look at the cover and I burst into tears.

     Luke’s wedding day is 18 days away.  I have been busy cleaning and planning and being quite functional so the emotions have been quite calm.  I attempted to watch “Father of the Bride” the other night, quite aware I was treading on dangerous ground, but I fell asleep.  I was more tired than emotional.  But today, WHAM!

  How long does it take to count to 18, how about 21?  Even kindergartners can quickly rattle off the numbers from one to 20.  That’s about how fast the years fly by.  Do you realize you have 18 Christmases, 18 birthdays and 18 summer vacations?  Then they may be gone, off to college, their own place or to a new home with a lovely new wife.  18 sure did go by quickly.

     What number summer is this for you?  How many do you have left?  Have you spent it making memories that will comfort you when you have passed 18 of them?  Have you spent it camping in the yard, gazing up at stars?  Have you had a few picnics, read some stories together, maybe even swung on a rope over the creek? 

     The day will come when your summers are done.  Your precious little one will no longer be little.  The adventures that lie ahead are wonderful but the season of childhood will be over.  It is a time of mixed emotions.  Joy and sorrow trip over each other moment by moment.  You have finished your task.  Playtime is done, the toys are put away.  My photo albums are packed full and so are my memories and the joy I will always have for my son’s childhood.

     Take a time out today.  Make a memory.  This summer vacation is nearing the end.  How many more do you have left?

 

 

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  1. Cathy McDermott permalink
    July 26, 2011 12:27 pm

    Debbie,
    These are the same emotions I am having. My lovely daughter , Rachelle , who is going to be your third daughter is ready to fill your son’s hearts desires. Is it hard to give her up? Sure, but our children are given to us for only a short time. Keep those tears and change them to happy ones. On the wedding day you will be thankful you did. Because we are going to smile the whole way though together. : ) Our memories of the children will always be there and we will always have a tear. Lets make more of them.

    • July 26, 2011 2:36 pm

      Not only do I get a new daughter, I get a new sister, you. This is going to be fun!

  2. April 4, 2012 2:49 pm

    Reblogged this on melonpopzdropz … and commented:
    Where did you get the title Tears in the Attic! I am curious as I woke up with this in my head and googled it and came up with your story! I was sure it was from something or somewhere I had seen before! I loved this story so much I re blogged it! Thank you and I have three children 23 21 15 years and it has gone that fast!

    • April 5, 2012 4:28 pm

      “Tears in the Attic,” was the literal title of what occured. I am so glad you took a moment to read and share my blog. Time does fly, especially where our children are concerned. Enjoy each moment you have and remember to take time out for true life.

  3. April 5, 2012 9:00 am

    A lovely post. A few years back my daughter graduated college and married a week or so later. A month after that, my father died. Two years later to the day, my daughter’s first child was born. We have no attic, but we are blessed with memories, happy and sad. Thank you for sharing these moments with us.

    • April 5, 2012 4:20 pm

      Thank you taking the time to read. The ‘moments’ are the places where we most often find true life. Each moment that we truly engage in, provides for our future, the hope of many more happy memories. I hope that you will enjoy many wonderful moments with your new grandchild.

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