I don’t know about you, but I have bins of old stuff at my parents’ house. Old notes, ticket stubs, English assignments, you name it. My parents have been harping at me for five (ok, ten) years now to go through the baggage. A month ago, my dad finally got to me. Telling me some song and dance about how you’re really disappointing mom. Well, I did it (not all of it, but a start). And as it turns out he was lying, anyway. Well played, dad. Well played.
Starting out was pretty rough; the volume of old papers and report cards was just silly. But, somewhere along the way I got lost in the memories and was amazed at my life. And by amazed I mean the awkwardness. There were a lot of years of mom jeans and bad bangs (and this is me we are talking about).
I loved seeing all the pictures of my family. We are insanely close and I have to give all the credit to my mom and dad. The 2-week family vacations, the lazy afternoons in the backyard, the importance on family, and the good food (oh the food!). You could almost hear the laughter through the pictures. (and some occasional yelling).
The thing that shocked me the most were the notes and cards. I have received some of the nicest and most thoughtful “letters”–all of them were so touching. Not to mention ego boosting. That and the perfect lighting in my parents’ upstairs bathroom–gave me a false sense of self in high school.
I didn’t date (at all in jr. high) and just barely in high school so I have a lot of great memories with my girlfriends. Think concerts (everything from Up In Smoke to Harry Connick Jr….oh my gawd), train outings to the city, and pictures in matching pajamas.
I also came across my mom’s “college pic.” The one that her parents took of her as she was dropped off and left to discover the world ahead of her–she looked like a woman (a mighty good looking one) and stylish. I also found mine–I looked like a child and in need of a makeover (in a cute sort of way).
I wonder what Nora will think when she looks back on her childhood. I hope that in the midst of the text messages and Instagram posts, she will still be able to store up lots of good memories and get the same amazing encouragement from her peers. And at the very least, some good lighting and food at our house.
*Old soul + never wanting to grow up–yep, that’s me.