Last night, my son asked me if he could organize the closet in his room. Yes, I know, a weird request from a seven year old, but apparently he has some strange genetic mutation that causes him to organize things compulsively... The closet request actually came after he'd finished the refrigerator. (The pear stems, you see, needed to all be facing the same direction.)...
So I said yes, but reluctantly. The room that is now his used to be the spare bedroom downstairs, and in its closet are mostly things that belonged to his father. Things that I cannot seem to get rid of for one reason or another. Things that I will never get rid of because they are so much a part of him. Last night, a flood of memories (and questions from my son) came back to me.
What's this? He would ask...
His walking stick from Mt. Fuji...
Is this from when he was in the Army? He wanted to know.
Yes, it's his backpack.
Cool! He would say...
Then, the kicker: My wedding dress, still in its pink garment bag. He wanted to know if he could look at it. I said sure. It really is a pretty dress: Ivory colored, simple beading at the top, layers of chiffon... My son said he thought it was beautiful. He also said he thinks I am beautiful. Then he said he couldn't wait for his future wife to wear my dress.
I love my kid.
1 comment:
Sooooooooo sweet. :)
And your kid isn't the only one with weird requests. We live in an old house and do a lot of "renovating" and redecorating. While channel surfing one Saturday morning, my 7 year old says to me, "Mom! Change it back! I want to watch Sweat Equity!" I was so proud.
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