Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Some Things Never Change

We finished cleaning the house yesterday. Today I dropped off a couple more things to store. The renters move in tomorrow. What a relief! One huge thing checked off the list! In the meantime, we are settling into Dad’s house. Yesterday, I baked a loaf of bread and made a quiche. Today, I baked cornbread muffins and monster cookies, and we had a play date. I certainly never thought that I would be living in this house again. The last time I lived here, it was my mom’s house, but for the past several years it’s been my dad’s. The integrity of the house is the same, but some things are very different. It feels weird sleeping in my dad’s bed in my old room. But the bathroom is exactly the same. I sweep the kitchen floor and I hear my dad reminding me to sweep under the desk, but he’s not here. He told me before he left on Sunday that you have to put the silverware upside down in the dishwasher. It’s a good thing he told me; I never would’ve dreamed of doing that. I always got in trouble for that when I was a kid! Now, it’s my kids sleeping in the bedrooms and playing with my old toys. I’m the one asking them to clear their dishes and clean up their toys. It’s strange how some things change and some things stay the same…

1 comment:

  1. Having also experienced this, it is somehow strangely comforting. My Dad would remind me of something and then say "oh, you already know how to do that because I taught you." And I would respond, "yes, dad, I know." Then we would have more coffee. But the best part is for the kids because they will build long lasting relationships and memories. Michael had a drawer to keep his socks in so he always had something at Gma and Gpa's house.


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