Back when I was (much) younger, in the days when forever had no end, I never thought about these moments.
The world, as they say, just keeps spinning. And even if it didn’t, do you know what would happen? We wouldn’t fly off into space. We wouldn’t die. The world would go on but with half of us in eternal light and half in eternal darkness. How we kept going, how we survived would depend on which side we were on, the dark or the light. But go on we would, same as always.
So when she was born I didn’t think about her first steps. When she started walking I didn’t think about her first pair of skates or seeing her ride a bike. I didn’t look ahead to her going to high school, didn’t wonder about sports she would play or friends she would make, and lose, and make again.
The college years were fun, but I didn’t dwell on her eventual graduation (and good thing, too, since the grand ceremony never happened thanks to Covid.) This was just how life was, how it was always going to be – visiting her in DC while on work trips, still seeing her as a kid with every passing birthday, and speaking in the secret language of fathers and daughters that I’m sure drove her mother crazy.
And then the walls came down.
THE ROOM WHERE THOSE WALLS ONCE STOOD hadn’t changed since we bought the house in 1996, more than two years before our daughter, now 25, was born. The previous owner was an artist and had hand-painted a Winnie-the-Pooh themed mural with all the characters of the Hundred Acre Wood.
We couldn’t bring ourselves to paint over it – not when she moved out of that nursery room into a proper bedroom down the hall; not when the “Pooh Room” as we came to calling it became a guest bedroom/music room/Pilates studio.
Through high school and college, through moving to Chicago and through her engagement last December, we didn’t touch those walls. We didn’t dare.
But thanks to some much needed foundation work, the time finally came this week. A part of me still didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t care about the room – I’m glad that it’s now going to be a real office for me to work in – but I cared about what it represented. The room was a moment in time locked in stasis where Winnie-the-Pooh, Christopher Robin, Piglet, Tigger, and Kanga and Roo and all the rest never aged, never got sad, never had their feelings hurt, never got bullied, never got scared or suffered.
A room where no one had to grow up.
The walls are gone now, but that’s okay. The memories are still there. Besides, as I said before, the world keeps spinning, even if it sometimes feels otherwise. We still have a choice – to pick a side, the dark or the light.
I was in the dark for a long time. In glorious denial. I wanted to stay in that place where forever had no end, so I didn’t have to suffer the curse of the inevitable.
But then the walls came down, and the light came rushing in. And while the future is no longer infinite, it is, for the first time in my life, much more clear.