“When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn’t the old home you missed, but your childhood.” ~Sam Ewing
We’re cleaning out dresser drawers and pulling hidden “treasures” out from under beds as we wind down this last week of summer vacation and plan for the beginning of a new school year.
Yesterday, as I picked up a pile of discarded items from my younger daughter’s room and carried them to the trash can, something fell out of my hands.
It’s the last pair of lace-edged church socks.
Admittedly, as a 12-year-old seventh grader, that ship has probably sailed for her. But it’s still a little sad.
First it was the smocked dresses, then the hair bows, and now the lacy socks.
The last vestiges of my girls’ childhoods seem to disappearing rather quickly.
How thankful I am today for the years I’ve been blessed to be a stay-at-home mom, to be there as our children passed through the toddler and preschool years, then on to elementary school, even into our homeschooling journey. That’s time that I can never go back and relive, and I’m overwhelmed with gratitude to God for His provision, and for a husband who always supported that decision and worked hard to make it a reality.
This current season has its own sweet flavor….easy traveling for the four of us, real help around the house, being able to go out on a date with my husband – no babysitter needed.
And, at least for now, I can still take comfort in the American Girl dolls standing in the corner of the bedroom and the Polly Pockets stuffed into the closet. I’ll try not to count the days until they, too, are banished from my girls’ bedrooms in a back-to-school cleaning frenzy.