Time Capsule
I cleared out a time capsule yesterday
that we picked up about ten years ago
soon after we bought the house.
The house we bought when my kids were two and six.
The house we bought for the 16-year plan.
The family decision
the one that had me leave my hipster life in the city
for the ‘burbs.
I cleared out a time capsule yesterday.
The deck of cards.
The folder with homework.
The Neosporin that would soothe all the owies
along with a mama’s kiss.
The blankets. The Wet Wipes. The baby powder…
Mama’s hack to get the sand off tiny feet
after a day at the beach
before the kiddos would drift off into the most blissful slumber
post a day in the sun and the tide.
I cleared out the time capsule yesterday.
It held the hair ties
and the hopes
and the harried trips to school
and tutoring sessions
and Scout meetings
and soccer practices.
It carried deep conversations
that somehow only happen in cars
when two people can’t look each other in the eye
to reveal what’s in their hearts.
I cleared out the time capsule yesterday.
And passed my car onto my 16-year-old son
who will fill it anew
with artefacts of his own.
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"It carried deep conversations
that somehow only happen in cars
when two people can’t look each other in the eye
to reveal what’s in their hearts." These words hold so much resonance for me. There is something so beautiful, sad, and deeply human about those conversations.