There comes a time in everyone’s life when you just need to let a few things go.

During these past few unexpected rainy days, we decided to tackle the job of cleaning out our attic. The chore has been literally hanging over our heads for months now. Last week when I pulled down the ladder to get an ice chest for band camp, there wasn’t floor space to stand on. Mind you, our attic isn’t huge but it’s adequate to store the non-everyday items.

Cleaning out one’s attic is like opening a Pandora’s Box of ‘These were the Years of Your Life.’ Granted, we’ve had over 13 years in this house to stuff ours, so there’s the typical junk. However, among the boxes of Christmas décor and childhood memorabilia there were a few forgotten surprises…

  • A brand new Street Hockey net and Sticks
  • A duffle bag of uniforms from my hubby’s stint in the military
  • A prom dress circa 1989
  • 3 boogie boards
  • An Eskimo Barbie and a Russian Barbie
  • A full-sized spare tire
  • 2 Saber swords from Uzbekistan
  • A Margaritaville frozen drink mixer
  • A Biology lab microscope
  • Ticket stubs for the 1988 Stanley Cup Playoffs with the New Jersey Devils – face value $11
  • A baby crib
  • Crutches and a knee brace
  • A bike trainer (rehab after the crutches)
  • 2 bales of chicken wire (I forgot I’d bought one already)
  • A buffalo costume from Halloween
  • A 1986 newspaper with the headline ‘Challenger Explosion’
  • A box of VHS tapes
  • A baseball card collection
  • A 1994 Playbill from the Broadway Musical ‘Guys and Dolls’
  • New York Yankee baseball tickets 1996 – face value $16
  • The green metal slide from my son’s loft bed
  • A plastic toy refrigerator and stove
  • A vintage Trombone case

We decided to sort through all the boxes and do some serious clean out. The nicest surprise was in the middle of going through a box of old letters, birthday cards and pictures. I found two letters from my mom. One she had written on her 25th birthday when I was 6 weeks old, that I was to open on my 25th birthday. The second was a Christmas letter she wrote when I was seven. She wrote on the envelope, “Allison, this is to be opened when you’re an adult and your Christmas seems less than it should be. OR when your 7 year-old child drives you crazy with their impatience at Christmas. Love, Mother.”

Apparently, I was driving her crazy. I wish I could remember when she actually gave me the letter. I’d like to think it was the Christmas we had four kids under the age of 7 and they could barely stay in their beds past 4:30 that morning!

Let me warn you, sentimentality is running high in our household right now from revisiting all the life the LORD has given us. The task started as a chore but I can honestly say it’s ended with a lot of thanksgiving, laughter and a few cringy moments. Especially, after my kids found my high school yearbooks. (Yes, I really did want my hair to look like Robert Smith’s of The Cure. Deal with it.)

After hauling seven bags of trash and two large bins of junk to the curb plus one vanload to the Salvation Army, I’m seriously considering joining the minimalist movement. The feeling of letting go is so refreshing! I just wish some of our rediscovered junk was valuable enough to hawk on EBay. Maybe it could of helped cover the University Bursar bill that arrived last week. Oh well, at least I can put the Uzbek sabers to use opening an inexpensive bottle of cava.

So, what’s in your attic?