Nick was a Lego maniac. He was constantly putting sets together and making his own creations. I have his finished products all over the house.
Today in yoga, the instructor spoke about surrendering in the twist and letting go of what didn’t serve us or was weighing us down. I wasn’t sure what it was I needed to let go, but her words resonated with me.
When I came home prepared to clean, I looked at all the Legos on my bookcase. At the bottom were my journals spilling over onto the floor.
Was it time to get rid of Nick’s Legos? Stephen packed his away before he went to college. One of the difficult parts of losing a child is that I don’t know what Nick would want. He loved technology, video games, reading fantasy. Would he still be into all of that?
It’s the unknown that leads to the what if’s, the second guessing, regrets, and inability to make a decision.
I have learned that what I cannot quite let go, I can place beside me so that it no longer plagues me with sadness. It’s so hard to remove something that was important to my son. The amount of possessions I keep of his doesn’t measure my love for him. That I hold in my heart always. His creations are a reflection of his personality. Sometimes I smile when I see them. Sometimes I cry.
I decided to pack his creations in their form he made into a bin and place them in the basement with all the other toys I have kept of my boys. I took photos first.
I don’t know, but I want the choice. And the space I created on that bookshelf? It’s more about the lightness I feel in me, which will allow me to write to and about my boys. Those shelves will hold those journals.