My daughter is messy. I mean MESSY as in can’t-stand-to-see-a-clear-surface messy. She’s been that way since she was a baby. This summer she was in full mess-making mode with sewing projects, scrapbooking, painting, photography, etc., etc., etc. And that’s not to mention the laundry, dishes, papers, books, magazines and other things she left everywhere. It seems like every day I said, “the table needs to be cleared off so we can eat dinner” and “we have to have a place to sit in the family room.”
This week was particularly bad because she was in a mad dash to finish projects before she had to leave for school. Just when I thought everything was packed up and ready to go she decided there was time for one last project so she rushed to Wal-Mart for Hanes white v-neck t-shirts and a tie-dye kit. As luck would have it, the back to school packs have bonus t-shirts so she dyed seven of them!
This whole week all I could think about was the Trace Adkins song You’re Gonna Miss This. It was there on Tuesday as we moved her furniture and household goods from one apartment to another and it was with me as she packed her clothes and personal items for the final move yesterday. It was in my head until the van was packed to the gills and the theme from The Beverly Hillbillies replaced it!!
Anyway, we got everything down to Madison and spent the day unpacking, organizing and helping her get settled. Jim put together furniture and shelves. I put new shelf paper in the kitchen. She worked on putting new photo collages together. It wasn’t important to her at all that she couldn’t yet sleep in her bed—what was important is that she was surrounded by pictures of family and friends. To her, that’s what makes her apartment “home.”
Since she’ll graduate this year (and hopefully find a job!) she’ll probably never live with us again. As the day wound down all I could think was I’m gonna miss this. I’m gonna want this back. I really wish these years hadn’t gone by so fast.