Don’t ever leave the house for your 35th wedding Anniversary.
Don’t ever go on a two week trip to Europe to Celebrate your marriage.
Don’t ever give your kids keys to the house and expect that they will use them simply for emergencies.
But if you do…this is what you should expect:
Basements are awful. I’ve always wondered why they say a person, “Came out of the closet.” My closets are fine…it’s my basement where I keep the stuff I don’t want anyone to see.
But in my parents basement we found mostly OUR junk – stuff from childhood through college that had just been left down there to rot and take up space. It was pretty shameful the stuff we just dumped and left for our parents to make sense of.
It was therefore absolutely necessary for us, and no one else especially not my parents, to clean out the basement. No one else could do it. We were the reason it needed to be cleaned in the first place.
You may criticize me for putting pictures of this process on the internet for the whole wide world to see but I had to… simply because it was such a beautiful experience.
We all took on our typical roles in the family…but this time it was different. We used our talents as equals to accomplish this goal we had made. I’m now calling my parent’s basement the great equalizer.
We realized how much our parents cared for us while we sorted through the things they hadn’t thrown away because they were ours. We bonded over the grown men screaming when they thought they had found a mouse that turned out to be a leaf. We got dirty and sweaty and worked and worked.
And in amongst the things of old we found our true treasure…
We found each other…
To be the greatest treasure…
And so received a gift while intending to give a gift.
So thank you Mom and Dad. And please forgive me for putting these pictures on my blog.
In other news: Joey and Jack enjoyed some time with their Aunt in a neighboring field. They decided the best thing to do in such a beautiful place was to stick flowers in their mouths and run around laughing their heads off. Seeing them playing made me remember the days they were born and many after. Joey then informed me that I was a bear. I’m still not sure what that means but I took it as a compliment.