We just moved into our dream house about a week and a half ago, a year after the contractor said it would be ready. We started packing more than a year ago, so honestly I had forgotten the contents of many, many boxes.
Once we started opening boxes in our new home, I found a box of ceramic figures our family painted at the mall. There was this cute store where you could pick out a figurine then paint it, and the kids loved it. We would have to go to that store every time we went to the mall, which was a lot.
I loved going myself, too. Painting the little figurines was calming and it was a great way to spend time as a family outside the house. Last year, when we started packing some non-essential items, my housekeeper started to pack those and I had forgotten just how many we had. I opened box after box after box of ceramics, colorfully and messily painted by my kids (and a few David and I had done). It made me smile, and I was quick to include them as decor in my sunroom. My husband didnâ€™t want them in the Great Room (heâ€™s more formal than I), so I placed a few here and there, just as a reminder of my kidsâ€™ whimsy.
Iâ€™m so glad I did, because I recently learned that the store, Paint It, had closed. Another victim of COVID-19. When I found out, I was crushed â€” Iâ€™d never see my kids concentrating so hard, with their tongues stuck out, painting a princess or some type of vehicle. Another place could open up, sure, but Iâ€™ve so missed seeing them channel their artistic ability and proudly give it to me, a cherished token.
So many things have changed because of the virus, and Iâ€™m so mad that it has affected my kidsâ€™ childhood so much. I know I shouldnâ€™t worry â€” kids are far more resilient than adults â€” but I do worry and fret over the changes and obstacles weâ€™ve faced this year. The closing of that beloved store is just a reminder that weâ€™re still in the thick of it, and there will be long term affects of this pandemic. Weâ€™ve lost so many people and so much time with family and friends â€” when does it end?
It may sound silly to be waxing poetic about some ceramic figures, but they were a part of my childrenâ€™s childhood. We werenâ€™t just painting figurines, we were painting memories, and I will forever have a place for them in my home.