What a girl leaves behind
Momentos of Childhood
I slide the closet doors open. On the floor sits a Barbie case topped by an HCHS cheerleading trophy. This is fitting since I am sure that Barbie was somewhat responsible for her decision to try out for the cheerleading squad.
Right above it, swaying ever so slightly is her graduation gown. The yellow satin honor society sash sits slightly off center and as I straighten it I wonder why it should matter.
My eyes move to the upper shelves. I spy a small navy chest and my heart catches in my throat. Moments pass by as I had to stop for awhile. I come back and gingerly set the chest down on the floor. I know what it contains… her whole childhood.
I unlatch the brass lock and slowly push the trunk open. Samantha’s blue eyes are shining and my sad smile is no match for her bright happy grin. An apron and one velvet shoe are missing from her ensemble. I begin to dig through the chest seeking… Along the way, I find the green velvet Christmas dress that technically belonged to Molly. But it was too pretty not to share. There is also Felicity’s Colonial ball gown which was a coveted and cherished birthday gift. Each outfit brings to mind the special occasion that it marked. It is almost too much for me to bear. Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was wrapping up the wee saddle shoes that celebrated her being asked to the sixth-grade sock hop? I close the lid and enter the closet.
I slide slowly down the back wall and shut the doors in front of me to create a small marshmallow cocoon of sorts. In my heart, I know that these are the things a girl must leave behind on her journey to become a woman. Yet there is one thing that remains here that I wish I could just box up and drop off at the Goodwill. It is her mother’s broken heart.