Growing up as your parents grow older.

Talk about a walk down memory lane. Adulting if you will. 

My parents are downsizing and selling our childhood home. The 5 year old in me wants to have a complete temper tantrum and stomp my feet and the adult in me wants to remember that this is for the best.  For them.

My parents can finally retire and be free of their responsibilities. No more stairs. Close to their grandchildren.  Fun money to live the American dream.

Dining room
I’ll periodically add pictures of the house for sentimental value.

But, I can tell you, that walk down memory lane as we cleaned out our old bedrooms was tough. It was bitter sweet.

Emphasis on bitter. Not to be dramatic. 

There were pictures from High School, when life was so easy, all we had to do was study, practice, and hang out. My mom cooked, my dad cleaned, and we had it made. I found pictures of friends that through the years I’ve lost touch with or who are no longer with us and I can remember the exact moment that picture was taken.

My sister killed it in Cross Country and every time I found a trophy or an award for something I did was reminded that the team won it and I just got one.

Those were the funny parts. 

There were tears. There were smiles. There were giggles. There was an entire spectrum of emotions and I can’t tell you which ones were the best and which ones were the worst. It was a sad day in the Putnam house but my parents are excited, so I’m trying to jump on the bandwagon with them.

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The kitchen my dad made us breakfast in every morning and my mom made us dinner for years.

When you never think it’ll happen to you. 

Obviously, I’ve heard of other people going through this, when their parents need to downsize and when parents decide that they don’t want to clean the whole house anymore or go up and down the stairs. I just never thought it would happen in my world.   I thought a lot of things would never happen to me, but I guess that’s just part of growing up.

So, for anyone else going through this, I feel your pain.

I know what it’s like to see pictures, trophies, memories, that you think are so insignificant and then suddenly you’re holding it and floods of that time in your life come rushing back.

It can’t be that bad, it’s just a new adventure, it’s a new start. It’s for the best for everyone, and it’s just a part of growing up.