Friday, December 2, 2016
Friday Feature: The Empty Bedroom
The week before she came home, my husband and I had a difference of opinion over her room. He wanted to prepare it for her -- clean it, mostly -- while I argued that it had been her job to clean her own room for years.
Still, on one point we agreed: neither one of us ever considered that bedroom anything but her room.
I do have to admit, though, that I'd considered doing exactly what the dad in this piece did -- using her room as a workspace. I wouldn't move anything out of place -- I'd simply take my laptop upstairs and make myself comfortable at her now empty desk. I thought that might not only give me a change of scenery, but also make me feel closer to her.
In three months, I've sat at her desk exactly once -- and I lasted less than five minutes. It didn't make me sad or wistful or anything like that; it just wasn't quiet enough for me to work there.
I haven't ruled out the change of scenery idea, but on one point, I'm clear.
It's her room.