Cleaning Spawns Memories...
Pesach cleaning often becomes a very emotional event for me--I'm not referring to the kitchen cabinets and dishes--they're just fine.
I'm referring to the bedroom closets (top, back shelves), the innards of my desk drawers, my metal free-standing, two-tiered desk inbox/outbox (which was piled high with...stuff), and various and sundry boxes which we haven't unpacked in six years, because I always want to look through everything and think about it. So I never get to it. And if I ever do get to some of it, I can never seem to get rid of anything: I always find a reason to save IT (whatever "IT" may be, at the time). I'm a packrat.
Interestingly enough, D. H. is just the opposite; at this stage in his life, he wants to downsize and throw everything out the window, except what will fit in his backpack. I wish I were like that; but I can't seem to 'let go.'
For example, yesterday as I was cleaning my desk and computer area (what's emotional about an office, you say?) I came across (in the aforementioned free-standing, two-tiered inbox/outbox) a photo of my older son, published in our local daily newspaper when he was twelve (twelve; he's 33 now, married with a child on the way, b'sha'ah tovah), cooking hot dogs--he learned from his father--at the local JCC Israel Independance Day celebration.
I had forgotten those times. The photo brought back memories. I sat there, reminiscing over times past when my kids were little (I hope they're not too turned off by this. Thank G-d, they are grown to be mature adults, doing important things, and making good lives for themselves; but I still miss my babies; time for grandkids).
I reminisced, cried a little, (okay, I admit it) and then I mustered up my courage and did the only thing I could do--the right thing: I scanned it in my HP printer/scanner and saved it in my 'baby-and-young-pics-of-kids' folder. I mean, what would you have done?
The rest of what I found (...including RAMBO's teudah* from her first year in high school at Yavneh in Israel in the Na'aleh* program, pics of four of my five kids one behind the other in height order, and pics of me and my sister as little girls, in a summer bungalow colony in NY) are stuff of another. . .post. . .