We have been packing for a move. Anyone who has done this can relate. If you have not, resist if you can. Many complexities, stress, etc.
Last night I was packing items from our dining room. In one of the furniture pieces I found photos. As I sorted through them quickly I ran across a picture of my second son in second grade. He was smiling and holding a clock face with small, chubby hands and had mouse ears on his head.
Each year the second grade classes would have a day where they dressed as nursery rhymes and lined the halls of their classes. They would have a paper button on the floor and you could walk up and push it with your foot to activate the rhyme. He was a mouse from "hickory, dickory dock".
So many thoughts came flooding through. I was packing the house that he had always known. He has lived no other place in his life.
The sight of his smile of pure pride and joy was just too much for me. The tears just started streaming.
They grow up so quickly. In an instant everything is different and has changed. I am not sure what I was crying about exactly but that picture moved me in ways that are hard to explain.
When the kids were younger and I was younger, I would at times wish they would hurry up and grow up so they would not be so dependent on me. Big mistake. One of my life regrets is thinking in those terms. Never wish away time for the future. This is a great lesson I have learned quite recently. As I have written here before, I am much more inclined to stay in the now.
How have you been moved by songs, photos, smells that take you back in time?
Let me know. It is far more interesting than what I have to say