This afternoon I’m going to the Salvation Army with stuff to donate, particularly clothes that Joseph has grown out of. He’s probably in the middle of a growing spurt right now, currently in the last days (or months) during which he will be shorter than me. I’m great at getting rid of things, giving things away. I’m almost too good at it. Sometimes Silas has to keep me in check and save things before I donate them. I could just donate it all. Less things that have to be dusted and fixed and kept track of and washed and put back where they belong.
So I thought I should do something new to this blog as well, and put a different picture as the header. I considered the Christmas picture that we took of the four of us, but it wouldn’t crop to the right dimensions. So I looked back at old pictures. The kids when they were little.
It makes me think about how our whole lives are always part of us. That’s something we can never clean out or give away. Every moment of our lives is something that stays with us, and we are an ever-expanding garden of all the different moments that have been planted over the years. So I chose an old picture, of my little children. The littleness and innocence of their past is not something that goes away just because they are bigger and more complicated now. Our own childhoods are still with us too, the good and the bad. I’m trying to help Julia see that too, gently, that the pictures of her looking like a boy are still part of her, not something that she needs to shut out or avoid.
And so we go on into the new year, and whatever things it will bring.