Posted by: notdeaddinosaur | June 26, 2010

Thanks for the Memories

End of spring, end of school, beginning of summer; good times for kids to clean out their rooms. For those who are growing, it’s a chance to purge the outgrown, the too-small, the I-wouldn’t-be-caught-dead-wearing-this-how-did-it-ever-get-in-my-drawer-in-the-first-place stuff. Time for a massive run to Goodwill.

For those who are no longer growing but who haven’t purged since their mothers have been unable to tower menacingly over them, it’s a very good time to do so. Especially at the beginning of the summer that represents the transition between “going back to school in the fall” and “will be finding a job somewhere” (which may or may not entail moving back out at some point). Bottom line: the Jock must clean up his room. Bonus: thanks to the World Cup, he’s actually rising at a reasonable morning hour to watch the games. He has even pointed out how much one can accomplish when rising at 7:30 am.

The first pass at the room was dedicated to clearing out two dressers, opening up storage space for current apparel, presently occupying the floor. Last night I was notified that everything on his bed was destined for discard. It was up to me to sort, fold, and convey to Goodwill (or the trash, mainly for garments with dead elastic).

A large part of the pile consisted of his outgrown soccer jerseys. Oh, the memories:

Every middle school and high school soccer field in the Philadelphia suburbs; Delaware, Florida, New Jersey; middle school, travel team, high school, 3-v-3; countless weekend tournaments on top of mid-week games; weeknight indoor leagues; endless practices. Sunday morning 7:00 am drives to remote fields, with lanes on highways appearing out of nowhere.

“Easy, Jock,” from his coach as he went to hit a free kick from mid-field at age 10. “Easy, Jock,” repeated, as the kick (from mid-field!) soared way over the goal.

So thanks for the memories. Thanks Jock, and all your friends (RIP DB), and all their mothers (none of whom topped five feet by much and all of whom couldn’t understand why our kids were always so much shorter than their opponents) and fathers (one of whom always brought a railroad stake and miniature sledge hammer to start a hole for the umbrella; it’s never been as sturdy since). Thanks for ten years of Soccer Motherhood. I loved every minute of it.

I love you.

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Responses

  1. Are the soccer jerseys still wearable, just too small??

    Love,

    Kensington MD

  2. Ever heard of a t-shirt quilt? That might be something to do with that will get them out of the closet and made into something useful, with all the memories included.

  3. Patchwork parachute?? 🙂


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