What’s a little glitter on a concrete floor? And a little paint?
We just finished our fourth year of hosting (wearily allowing – ha!) my son’s high school class for float week. Every year for homecoming, each class makes a float for the homecoming parade, and they have to have somewhere to make it. And you guessed it, they made it in our barn. We’re lucky to have a barn big enough to hold a trailer and the supplies and kids needed to create a float. This was our fourth and final year.
I had questions from the children, from the other parents. Will you miss it? Will you miss us? What about the concrete floor? It has paint on it.
Will I miss the kids? Yes! This group worked hard and they’re all really good people. I will miss their silliness and laughter and their love for each other.
Will I miss making the float in my barn? Heck no!! Love the kids but four nights in a row of coming in right after work, no supper, working until ten on a float, and tearing it all down the day after homecoming – won’t miss that a bit.
If I’ve learned anything in my life it’s that things are just things. Barns are just barns. And I know that memories can stick with you for a lifetime. I won’t be sad that this phase of my son’s life is over. My first child graduated from high school a few years ago, and I’ve watched her blossom. I won’t be afraid of my youngest stepping through these natural progressions of life. Our babies are supposed to move forward. That’s life. Will I be sad…sure, I will be. Will I let that sadness keep me from being thankful each and every day…never.
So what about the ground in glitter and smeared paint all over the barn floor? To me, they’re just memories. Wonderful memories.