The Rainy Day Came

The puzzles were all out of the closet. Along with the board games.

The “children” were big and tall now, no longer eight year olds running around asking to play with mommy and daddy.

It was time to let this stuff go if nothing more than to symbolize the passing of one time and a preparation of another.

A few more hours passed and the “let it go” pile had grown. To the coach, this indicates growth and a readiness for change.

To the pupil, it can feel like a mountain. Letting go is never easy and it never feels good, but it is always worth it.

Something that easily rolls off the tongue but can take some time to sink into the heart.

The packing up had commenced. Things were shuffled around the house, going back to the place in which they most belonged.

The “let it go” pile began to leave the home that held it for so long, ready for its new adventure with another family, another eight year old.

One box loaded then another. It was almost time to leave, but that familiar pang of “but what if!” made one last attempt to run the show.

The coach has seen it a million times and is compassionate. It listens to the debate.

“I think I will keep these games and these puzzles for a rainy day, or a day when we are all home and inside.”

The memories of a time that has gone can be seen playing on the movie screen of the mind.

A few things make their way back inside. The memory doing a dance that it won over the coach.

Ha! it taunts.

Our rainy day has come. Our test of staying indoors with family is upon us. Pay CLOSE attention to what you are doing with your family, and what you aren’t.

If you aren’t pulling out the old books, or the games, or the puzzles, then let that be your closure. If there is more screen scrolling and TV watching than puzzle fitting and monopolying, then you know now that stuff isn’t needed or wanted.

Donate it as soon as you can. Close the door and let the memory live on it your head but make space in your home for something new to come in.

Coach knows best. ;)