Long gone is my era of sewing for hours each day.
The result is our family’s summer project: transforming my personal haven into Lucy’s own room.
Digging through my much loved creative space, tightly packed with hastily stashed pockets of my personal, family and professional history, has drenched me with memories. And with tears.
Artwork, receipts, cards, letters and scrawls. Job offers, lab notes, smiling babies I barely recall. Relics from my roaring twenties. Glimpses of eleven years of juggling parenting, career, creativity and me.
Loads of it purged.
I’m thrilled for Lucy. She’ll love her new room.
I just need to remember that this personal archeology is not about wrapping up me.
It’s about eliminating clutter. Clearing out cobwebs. Letting go. And celebrating the beautiful young ladies our girls are becoming.
It’s about life. And there’s lots more to come.