When I go into one of our sons’ bedrooms, it feels like I’m entering a mini museum.
Each boy’s room contains a gallery of childhood artifacts – sports trophies, posters, vacation souvenirs, overstuffed bookcases.
I’m struck by how the contents of each bedroom mirror the passage of time. Not much gets thrown away in a boy’s room. Things just get moved around or repurposed.
Thus, a Ping-Pong table that took Santa and two elves all night to assemble has been turned into a workbench where my 14-year-old son assembles Airsoft rifles.
Meanwhile, in my 9-year-old son’s bedroom, a shin-high table that used to hold the track for a Thomas the Tank Engine train set is now a storage shelf for board games and Nerf guns.
