Today is a bittersweet day of sorts. It seems like there are a lot of those these days: an ending of one era...the sweet beginnings of another. Don't get me wrong: I love where we are! I love this season and truly want to embrace it fully and head-on, even when on occasion, it inevitably causes me to say, "ouch."
Today I finally sorted through, washed, and packed away our box of dress up clothes and costumes. These are no ordinary costumes, mind you. Each one was lived in by our boys for a sweet season in time; each one lovingly made by their grandma. Admittedly, the costumes hadn't been touched for quite some time, as our boys had long since outgrown them, but nevertheless, they represent such love and joy...and yes, change.
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, three brave knights fought for and defended the truth. "Sword"-fights and protecting the womenfolk was part of everyday life. Chivarly isn't dead.
On occasion Robin Hood would come swooping through, only to be followed by a sword-wielding pirate.
Davy Crockett roamed our house seeking adventure, day after day after day. A certain son in this home didn't go anywhere without his coonskin cap. He "tracked" and "hunted" through the woods, ran through open fields, and built forts.
And that is why, on this day, my heart can't help but be one big mix of nostalgia and wistfulness and exceeding joy and thankfulness.
These little boys jumped into the classic stories of old. They fought for good and saved the day.
They watched their dad. They developed character. They became men.
4 comments:
Those costumes are adorable! I'm looking forward to that phase of little boy life with Ezra.
Hugs to you, my friend, as we reflect on boys becoming men. Love you!
*sigh* We have a currently active dress-up box... I know what you say is true... I know it is inevitable...*sigh*
We are living where you have already been. Costumes are so much fun! We have Davy Crockett or Daniel Boone visiting with us frequently too. Although lately WWII is the current theme for costumes.
I am not even going to think about the day that I need to pack those costumes away! But thankfully I was recently reminded that my memories will stay no matter if the "things" are packed away. I can't imagine my boys as men but I know, it won't be long.
~Amy
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