We are in the midst of updating our boys' bedrooms. It is long overdue, no doubt, but still hard to do.
Gone are the primary-colored checks, stripes, stars, jets and soccer players. In their places will be a mint green (grown up!)bedroom and a new craft room for me, which isn't all bad. I know that.
But I will miss walking into their rooms and seeing the old paper which always generated a slew of good memories of when they were little guys.
They haven't been little guys for a long time, and I came to grips with that, of course, since I am not a total loon (at least not most of the time). But jogging some of those memories was often a nice thing.