I'm settling back in at home after 10 days away - the latter half of which was sans The Beast while I sorted through many of my mother's things. It was all really wonderful, actually. It was fun to see all these things that surrounded me as a child, and it brought back a lot of (good) memories.
We arrived in El Paso on Sunday, and I went for a 5-mile run on Monday. I ran through my very old neighborhood - the place where I lived until I was about 6. Everything seemed so....small.
I remembered everything about that house and neighborhood as being bigger - I suppose because I was smaller. The driveway looked tiny. Didn't I used to ride a tricycle around in that driveway? The field across the street looked smaller - I had just run around it, and that wasn't very far...
I ran to the cul de sac at the other end of the neighborhood and stopped momentarily at the stone wall. I spent a good deal of time in that cul de sac as a child. Dear friends of ours had lived there - what seemed like a long walk around the corner at the time. Those friends had moved out of the neighborhood just a bit after we had - this was "the old neighborhood" for both families.
After Mom died, my sister and I lived with those friends. So this neighborhood has significance as part of the continuous threads in my often-fractured life.
Anyhow, I stood at that stone wall and looked into the field beyond. Was it always this small? I looked to my right, trying to see where I knew our old backyard was. I tried to recall the layout of the yard...wasn't it bigger than that?
I was trying to recall all of this when the dog barking in a nearby house was let loose and started running toward me. I took it as a sign to get going on my run again.
I ran by the old house and realized the sidewalks were unusually narrow. How did I not recall that? Really? The sidewalks were always unusually small?!?
I noted that I have only a vague recollection of the layout of that house.
|One item I hoped to find and did. No bigger than a bread box! (teehee!)|
And then there were the antique sharp things - one was a pair of giant metal scissors. My sister and I (on Skype) both said we didn't want them in our houses (she has three young children).
When I saw things I remembered, I exclaimed "Oh. My. Gosh." Bean and A-Train were with me the first day - as we sort of took stock and came up with a rough plan of action for the following days. I opened a few things...not knowing what I was going to find or what shape they would be in after 17 years and possibly being hastily-packed. He started asking "what made you say 'Oh. My. Gosh?'" And then he asked if he could have some of the candles we randomly found in a side table... They are his treasures now; two very ordinary candles, now sitting on the shelf in his room.
And speaking of treasures, I had a blast going through my sister's things. Like any good little sister would! But, really, I went through them with her on Skype and we laughed about all her collections and treasures. I realized just how normal and fantastic my 3.5-year-old is, with his treasuring of random candles, cicada shells, toothpicks, etc.
I brought home a few of my own treasures, but have not had a chance to go through the boxes of my own things yet - next visit. And Bean was not interested in my treasures. He was too busy building a liopleurodon out of Duplos.
I posted the title image from this post on the Facebook page - the scarf/headband was my mother's, and I have many many more. I'm thinking of doing a scarf-a-day challenge, trying to figure out how I want to wear/use/accessorize with all of these fabulous scarves, bandanas, and headbands.
Anyway, stay tuned for some not-Mom-related blog entries, including another giveaway. If you or someone you know is a baby- or toddler-wearing parent, you will want to enter this giveaway!!
And now, after one last picture of one of my finds....sleep.