Over at my Mamapundit, I’ve been chronicling my decision to convert Henry’s bedroom into a space just for me – a room of my own.
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This is turning out to have been an unbelievably positive development in my journey through my grief.
As I told my friend Jillian today (over dueling, giant portions of lunchtime corn pudding), reclaiming this space as a place just for me – to write, to think, to daydream, to listen to music (on Henry’s speakers, no less) and to simply be has been the most unexpectedly healing thing I’ve done since my son died. I really can’t convey how at home and at peace I feel in this wonderful new space inside our house. This feels SO right. Along with Henry’s Garden, it’s the most peaceful, centering spot I’ve found since losing my child.
Here are some more pix of my progress on the room. What do you think?
I moved my glass front bookshelf from downstairs into the new room. The art hanging above is an awesome poem and photo from 1st grader Henry about saving the world as Broccoli Commander.
Corner shelves getting filled up and stuff hung. No idea why walls look green here. They’re blue
That’s one of Henry’s favorite Converse tennies on the left. Look how HUGE his feet were – like a still-growing puppy. And then on the left is one of his teensy baby shoes.
That’s my grandmother’s typewriter on the shelf below, with one of my father’s journalism awards sitting next to it on the right.
Getting stuff hung on the walls.
Leo really likes my new space as well.
For those of you who were ever in my grandparents’ house in Bell Buckle, doesn’t this SERIOUSLY remind you of my grandmother’s office? I swear it was completely unintentional! (But I love that it’s turning out that way.)
As you can see, now that J is moved back into her own room, she’s settled back in quickly.
This is the view from the “big room” upstairs (which is clearly next on our upstairs painting priority list) looking toward J’s room on the right and my new office/retreat on the left.
A favorite photo of my baby Henry, age 10 months, sitting on the bookshelf in my/our new room.
C’s favorite red rocking chair (a gift from her godfather, Dr. Neighbor) now lives in the room so she can sit and entertain herself while Mama works.
Looking out the windows on a beautiful October day, I can see the tallest tower at St.Mary’s Hospital – the tower where the maternity floor on which I first became a mother, 20 years ago this month.
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