I recently noticed something on self-hosted WordPress blogs: unlike Blogger where the comment-leaver can delete their comment after posting, on self-hosted WordPress blogs, the only person who can do the deleting is the owner of the blog. This fact to me speaks volumes about the division that exists in the online world about deleting — who can delete (which is really about who owns the words) and should we delete in the case of blog posts or comments that we regret?

So before we even get into a discussion on deleting, consider that first thought: who owns the comment box?  Is it the blog owner?  Is it the comment writer?  Is it a no-man’s land controlled by both parties at the same time?  Or controlled by no one — a Wild West?

And interesting point to consider and plays into this larger idea of deleting posts and comments.

Deleting, of course, does not always mean that the words or images disappear. In the case of the recent Girl Scout cookie boycott video that went viral, the maker of the video made her manifesto private, but people had already downloaded the YouTube video and were now uploading it on their feed in order to keep it accessible.

Similarly, Dave Dorman deleted his post about finding offense with an image of a breastfeeding woman in a comic book titled: “Why Dave Dorman Finds New Image Comic ‘SAGA’ Offensive.” Again, when he decided to delete, it was after the backlash, when people had quoted from his post, therefore most of the words still remain online.

Of course, there is the well-known example of Scott Adams — of Dilbert fame — who deleted a rant last March, but again, it lived on in the blogosphere.  Once he realized it wasn’t going away, he fanned the flames for a bit. He insisted that despite deleting the original post (which he then proceeded to re-publish),

I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I was enjoying all of the negative attention on Twitter and wondered how I could keep it going. So I left some comments on several Feminist blogs, mostly questioning the reading comprehension of people who believed I had insulted them. That kept things frothy for about a day. Now things are starting to settle down. It’s time for some DMD.

And those are just a handful of blog posts and YouTube videos. That doesn’t even scratch the surface of the times I click over to read something from my Google Reader and find the blog post is gone, never to return again. Or the times when people are responding to a comment in the comment section of a blog, and suddenly the original comment disappears because the commenter has pulled their words.

Some people — myself included — believe strongly in deleting certain types of negative comments in the same way that if someone took a crap on my living room floor, I would clean it up rather than leaving it there for authenticity.  My blog is like my living room; it is my figurative living space on the Web. While I don’t delete people who disagree with me, I do delete hate speech and hurtful comments that are not meant to further a discussion but instead are meant to harm another person emotionally. An example would be the time when I was writing about my sadness over someone who miscarried, and the comment expressed glee that the person had lost their pregnancy. On the other hand, if I don’t believe the comment will emotionally harm another person beyond pissing them off (or if it doesn’t purport misinformation), I’ll leave it in place.

On the other hand, with the exception of deleting a comment and reposting it again immediately without a type-o, I don’t believe in deleting comments I write. Even when I’m slammed by others in the comment section for my point-of-view. Knowing that I don’t delete makes me think twice before typing, and there have been plenty of times that I’ve walked away from leaving a comment if I don’t think I can write it well or own my words in the future.

Similarly, the only time a post is removed is when I accidentally hit “publish” instead of “save draft” and it goes up before it’s ready.  But in those cases, it goes up again; only I wait until I feel the post is ready to go.  But I feel differently about deleting posts that I regret.  I don’t delete posts because I feel cheated when other people delete their posts once they are asked to own up to their words. Once you set your ideas out there and someone reads it, it becomes part of their story as well. Every reaction to an original blog post or video is just as valid and important as the original piece. And in that case, removing the original words becomes akin to stealing something away from your readers who were emotionally affected by your words.

It’s better to own your words and express regret for posting them. To explain your ideas further or even admit that the reaction of readers got you to change your mind. There is nothing wrong with stating that your viewpoint has changed. In fact, in addition to a new blog post, you can update the original post with a note at the beginning to explain how your viewpoint has changed over time.

Self-editing reflects on a person’s integrity. Just as we can’t take back words we say once they’re out of our mouths, we shouldn’t edit our online words. People make mistakes. People say things they regret upon reflection. But there is a big difference between crossing your fingers and muttering, “I didn’t say that!” with a delete, and owning your words and the damage they caused.

Of course, the simple answer is to also be circumspect with what you post on the Web. If you don’t want it connected to your name, don’t post it at all.

I know not everyone deletes for nefarious reasons.  There are perfectly good reasons for a person to delete their post, such as realizing that you crossed a line in regards to another person’s privacy and want to minimize the damage or assuage hurt feelings (again, leaving up something damaging to another person for authenticity is akin to leaving that crap in your living room).  So just to be clear, I am speaking to the times when we post before we calm down and think, and then regret it later (or times when the thoughts were calmly composed, but the backlash causes the person regret).  Those are the times — especially once people have read and responded to your words — that I believe a follow-up apology post is more appropriate than taking away the original post.  It’s about owning your point-of-view, the way you see the world (or, at least, as you presented it in that moment; again, we’re all allowed to change our minds).  Again, that’s what I believe, and I fully expect others to disagree.

Do you delete blog posts or comments you regret? Do you get upset when other people delete their posts?

And who does own that comment box?

Mostly cross-posted with BlogHer.

This is how we ended up with the Lego Robotics set within 12 hours of swearing that we would not purchase a Lego Robotics set.

1. The twins fell in love with the Lego WeDo Education set at their after school robotics class.
2. I told them I’d look up the cost of the product online.
3. I nearly fell off the bed when I saw the cost and explained that we would not be purchasing the parts and software for use at home.
4. Talked on the phone with my brother-in-law about how it would be insane to lay out the money for a robotics set.  Unless… of course… my niece might use it down the road… but no… it really is insane.
5. Told Josh that we should think about getting them the product a few weeks from now if they’re still this geeked out about it.  Maybe we could find a used set.
6. Lie in bed and think about how my daughter couldn’t really assert herself and get enough hands-on time in the class because there are only 3 girls and she is two years younger than the other girls and it’s hard to interact with older girls when you’re that young.
7. Start imagining two roads, one in which my daughter is the world’s saviour in the Robot Apocalypse all because she got a head start on making robots back when she was in first grade, and another where she is at the mercy of the robots all because we didn’t give her the tools back when she was excited to learn.
8. Dream about the damn robot set.
9. Wake up and spend the entire time in the shower going through various reasons for why the robotic set will help the twins.  Some schools use this set in their gifted and talented math or science classes.  The twins really love doing computer programming, and this is a natural extension of that.  The ChickieNob was so geeked out excited by the Lego program, and she really excelled at understanding how the robot worked even though she was having trouble getting actual hands-on time with the project.  They both fell in love with gears and spent breakfast talking about various things one can do with gears.  If their teacher is game, I can bring it to their school and work with small groups to teach the kids in their grade robotics during recess so every kid gets a fair shot.  I can have their friends come over and geek out together over this — especially the ones who didn’t get in the robotics class.  I can pass along this set to another child when we move onto the next level so it will continue to be loved.
10. Go downstairs and sit Josh down on the sofa.  Outline all the reasons why I think we should get this now.
11. Josh understands that I have now spent 12 hours obsessing over this and agrees that the price is worth it both to educate the children and to stop me from worrying about this.
12. Order Lego robotics set and then obsessively write about it in the Roundup.

Josh says that the tone I use when discussing the wasting of time, money, or resources is akin to the way people discuss murder.  I really don’t like squandering things: tangible or intangible.

This purchase came at the crossroads of wasting opportunity (not educating our kids when they are obviously so geeked out about this — it almost feels like we’re driving out their potential by not embracing it) and wasting money (holy crap, those Lego robot kits are expensive and we only have the elementary school set.  One day, we’ll need to get the middle school set and then the high school set and by the time we’re done, we’ll have spent thousands of dollars.  And at the same time, they’re still taking these robotics classes and we’re paying for the classes, so at some point, it becomes redundant).  Which created a perfect storm of anxiety: is it more wasteful to make the purchase or not make the purchase?

And to make it more insane, while it’s an extraordinary amount of money for a toy, it isn’t an extraordinary amount of money in the grand sense of the word.  It’s the equivalent to one month of guitar lessons.

But the mantra in my brain was: what if we didn’t use this tool enough?  I truly hate to waste anything.

So you should also expect a post or two about Lego robots; a tutorial or something like that.  Because apparently, when you write a blog post about something, it becomes less wasteful.

Am I the only one with waste anxiety?  Please tell me that other people spend this much time worrying about spending money or not spending money.

P.S. I plan to play with it after they go to sleep and make my own robots.  It really is that cool.

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I make horrible food choices.  I feel like I need to see that in print so I remember it.  Melissa, you make horrible food choices.  I was thinking about tattooing it on my hand, but then I realized that I hope one day to make good food choices.  And tattoos are permanent.

This is but one example.  On Monday, we went to a Tex-Mex restaurant.  I told myself before we walked in the door not to eat the chips.  I ate the chips.  And then wasn’t really hungry for my meal.  But ate my meal too since I ordered it.  So it was food I didn’t need, but it all goes back to that waste thing: the food wasn’t going to still be good if I took it home (it wasn’t something that traveled well) but I had put myself in a position where I wasn’t really hungry anymore.  Horrible food choices.  I wish they made a tattoo that lasted for a year or so, that you could renew like a library book.

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And now the blogs…

But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week as well as the week before.  In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• “Two Years Gone” (Remembering Funny)
• “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” (Certainly Not Cool Enough to Blog)
• “Cold Peace” (Stirrup Queens) – thank you!
• “Guilt-Free Infertility 2.0” (This is More Personal)

Okay, now my choices this week.

Cablearms has an aching post about ifs.  The refrain at the end gutted me, and this is but a small part of it: “If I cry enough today, tomorrow and the day after, would my tears dry up and make me numb from all the pain? If I open myself up to the pressing reality that I can never bear a child, will it make it easier for me to move on?”  They’re questions without answers, but so much is said in the asking of them.

Hapa Hopes has a post about her “person” — the one you go to when “things are shitty, it’s the person you call to vent to and cry to.  He/she is your emotional stronghold.  Your person gets you.”  Her post is about her person, but she also invites you to write a small ode to your own person.  The post just made me smile, and it was a good reminder to let someone know how much they mean to you.

Feigning Fertility has a letter to a woman she encountered at the gas station; the hidden story behind the exterior the outsider can see.  It is just an amazing, amazing post; filled with humility and empathy and incredibly reserves of strength.

Lori Does Maryland has a post about how bravery comes in all forms.  She doesn’t consider herself brave for living every day without her son, Matthew, because she doesn’t see his loss as a choice.  But choosing to cycle again, choosing to do it while her husband is on a fleet, where if the IVF cycle works she will be parenting two children on her own close in age.  It’s an eye-opening post into the life of a military family.

Lastly, The Hardest Quest gives a gorgeous bit of advice about living without regret.  I don’t just love it because the American in me sighs over the beauty of the French in the post, but because by the end of the post, she had me considering places in my life where I may end up with regrets rather than the more livable remorse.  Just a fantastic post.

The roundup to the Roundup: How I ended up with a Lego robotics set.  I hate to waste things.  I make poor food choices.  And lots of great posts to read.  So what did you find this week?  Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between January 13th and January 20th) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week?  Read the original open thread post here.

This is my contribution to my own alternative to the SOPA blackout taking place today.  I’m calling it Free Advice Day.  I didn’t make a fancy badge because I literally came up with this idea as a response to why I’m not participating in the blackout.  If you would like to participate in order to celebrate the good of the Internet as a protest to SOPA, please go to your blog and write a post giving your best advice (truly, it will help if you read this post first to understand what sorts of things people can write), and then use the linky feature at the bottom of this post in order to add your advice to Free Advice Day.  Oh, and you can feel free to stick around and read my advice, which may not really be good advice at all.  It may actually be crap advice.  As with so many things, it’s all in the point-of-view.

The advice I’m about to give stems from a friend joking that I should write a parenting book because I convinced the ChickieNob that she likes math (when she did, in fact, find it torturous), and in turn, she became good at math.  I realized in talking with my friend that my parenting advice is the same as my relationship advice, and pretty much all of my life advice that involves other people can be boiled down to a single thought.  That thought then plays out in various ways.  This is it:

Every relationship is just a relationship.

The core of this is a belief that no relationship is a given.  I need to work at being a good daughter, I need to work at being a good wife, and I need to work at being a good parent.  Literally no one in life is “stuck” with you, and beyond love flowing from parent to child, we are owed very little unless we invest ourselves enough to earn that return.  Therefore, I put a lot of effort into all my relationships — friendship and family — that matter to me and never lean back on that idea of “well, you have to care about me.”  Because they don’t.  The flip side is that no relationship is sacred — how I am treated entirely decides for me how I invest myself in that relationship.  Regardless of how the person is related to me, if they’re going to treat me poorly, they won’t be a large part of my life.  So it goes both ways — you can both screw yourself and save yourself by remembering that you need to actually work at all relationships and never think that you can skate by.

Josh and I have a goal: we want the kids to be friends with each other and wanting to spend time with us when they’re older.  We also would like to still be married to each other when we’re in our nineties.  And these are a few ways of how we’re trying to make that happen, knowing full well that every person is in charge of their own destiny and they can be pointed in the right direction, but it’s up to each child to actually get there.  If these resonate with you at all, I can write down more ways that we think through our relationships to one another.  It is such hubris to think that I have it all figured out.  I really haven’t.  Every relationship is a work in progress.

Give Them My Time

You know how there are some friends that you never see, who seemingly blow you off?  They put all their activities and other people first?  You know how you can tell the difference between a friend who is honestly busy and one who isn’t prioritizing you?  Well, I believe that your kids and partner can tell the difference too.

This doesn’t mean that I need to cook from scratch three balanced meals each day, all the while twirling around the kitchen in my apron as if my entire purpose in life is to serve other people.  I work full time — albeit at a non-traditional job with flexible hours — and the twins know that I need to put in about 40 hours a week.  Which means that sometimes I phone in dinner.  Which means sometimes I need to get work done instead of play.

But the time I have to give, I give to the people most important to me.  When I am with them, I am present.  I am not looking at my blackberry the entire time.  I am not walking away from the activity every two minutes just to take care of one little thing.  The twins know that I am going to be in the kitchen with them while they do their homework so they can ask their questions.  They know that I am going to listen when they want to tell me a story.  Josh knows that when we’re eating dinner together, I am focused on him.  I participate in activities that matter to the three of them.  I volunteer in the twins’ school, I lead some of their after school activities, I bake for Josh’s office — and I do these things because I want to send a clear message that their lives matter to me.  What matters to them matters to me.  It’s how I treat my close friends too.  I close email and listen to them talk.  I make sure that if I am giving them my time, I am actually giving them my time.

It needs, of course, to be a balance so that I am not lost in the shuffle of obligations (work) and relationships.  The twins have seen me not answer the phone because I want them to know that they are so important, I would skip phone calls because what they’re saying matters (the same idea that the actual customer in front of you is more important that the potential customer calling from their home).  And at the same time, they see me take phone calls because they need to know that there are more people out there than them.

And all of this extends to a larger idea: there are people I would and have dropped everything and flown to be with (even though I am terrified of planes) because they needed me.  I can’t give everyone that level of care, but the people who are in that inner circle know that they can take my time if they need it.  And I’m always grateful when they do.  People like to be needed.

This ties into that whole idea of convincing the ChickieNob that she’s good at math; I am there when she has math homework.  I try to think through how to make it fun for her.  I think about the attitude I bring to her homework, because she usually picks up on how I feel about something and mirrors it.  I don’t act as if spending time helping her with math is a chore; I let her know that it’s just one more way I can be there for her.  And she in turn embraces it in the same way she embraces her tuck-in at night or how I leave her lunch notes.  It is a way of showing care, and when you care about something, the people who love you tend to care about it too.

Never Talk About One Child with Another (or Your Partner with Either Child)

If you are having a problem with one of your children — and you will one day have a problem with one of your children — never speak about that problem with another child in the family.  This is mostly, obviously, sibling to sibling, but it also applies when you have one parent who has a problem with a child whereas the other parent doesn’t.  And it certainly applies to never discussing your partner negatively with your children.

When we vent about another person, what we are doing is establishing an us-against-them attitude.  It’s totally fine when I bitch to my friend about a person she doesn’t know.  My friend’s job is to have my back and support me.  She doesn’t have anything at stake, therefore, there is no choice to be made — she will pick me, her friend.  But what about when the two people know each other and have their own relationship with each other?  What you are doing is putting the listener in a position where you are silently asking them to make a choice.  And it’s the fastest way to destroy a relationship between two other people.

My parents were fantastic in that I never knew when they were pissed at my siblings.  I may have known that my sibling was grounded and why, but my parents never spoke directly with me in a negative way about any of my siblings nor would they really entertain discussing my fights with my siblings with me.  If I went to complain to them, they would listen neutrally and not get emotionally involved in the discussion.  They simply repeated the same idea over and over again, and let us do with it what we will rather than try to micromanage our relationships: friends will come and go, but your siblings will be the people who could potentially be there for you your entire life.

And it’s true: to this day, friends have come and gone, but my siblings (and a few select sisters-by-choice who are fictive kin) are amongst my best friends.  They’re on my list of people that I would drop everything for and fly across the country to be there for in an instant even though I hate planes.  Which is why I would never complain about the ChickieNob to the Wolvog nor vice versa because I want them to be good friends in the future.  If I need to complain, I call a friend.  If I’m complaining to a family member, I make sure that I am focusing on disliking the behaviour and not complaining about the person as a whole.  But most importantly, I would never share with one child how I’m feeling about the other one nor would I ever tell my children if I was angry with Josh.  Because in doing so, I would send the silent message to that child that they should side with me.  Or inadvertently, they could also decide their loyalty lies with their twin or father and push away from me.

This applies now and it applies in the future, when I’m in my nineties and they’re in their sixties.  No relationship is a given: I can’t treat their relationship with each other poorly and then say, “but they need to stick together!  They’re siblings.”  They actually don’t have to stick together, and they won’t if I don’t take active steps to make sure we all respect our individual relationships to one another.

Give Them Power

If I want my relationship with my children to constantly evolve, I need to let the relationship evolve.  In a parent-child relationship, that means empowering the child more and more as they move towards adulthood.  Which, of course, guts me.  But just as I let every other relationship in my life ebb and flow, I need to let this one too.

Which means that I have to remind myself not to hold on so tenaciously because I don’t want them to feel more tied to me than to their own life.  It means I need to be realistic in how they spend their time: they may not always choose to be with me, and that might not have any reflection on me just as I sometimes prioritize them over everything else and sometimes prioritize another activity that needs to get done before them.  It is hard to watch them form their own friendships and run off with other people.  But it’s also what I want because I know that if I allow this relationship to evolve, I have a better chance of Josh and I reaching that goal of still having them want to include us in their life.

It’s not a given that they will still need me or want to be with me when they’re older.  I need to create a relationship that they want to return to, that bolsters their self-esteem; a place where they feel good about themselves.  I like to treat my relationship with them like the bar at Cheers.  The characters didn’t spend all their time at the bar — they had other things in their life — but they always wanted to end up back there because it was a place where the people knew them.  Where they felt safe to be themselves.  And letting go and empowering your child is the best way to send the message that your heart is a place where they can be themselves, where they won’t be judged, where their life choices will be accepted, and that they never have to pretend to be someone they’re not.

Last Thought

All of this is what I learned from observing my parents.  Which is not only to give them credit for instilling this in me, but also to point out that yes, your children and partners are watching and incorporating what you put out there.  How you act now shapes your relationship as well as how they comport themselves in the world.  I think Josh makes me a better person with how he treats me, and I hope that I make him a better adult by the way I treat him.  But I’m also always mindful that how I behave shapes the adults and parents my children become.  Scary thought, but also a pretty damn exciting one too.  No strong relationships are by accident.

Last Last Thought
Thought this entire post was crap advice? Well how about this: I leave a set of cleaning supplies in every room of the house so I can quickly grab them and clean for a few minutes rather than setting aside a specific time to schlep a set of supplies from room to room, dusting and bleaching.

I just wanted to make sure you were leaving this post with something useful.

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I am not going to participate in the SOPA (Stop Online Piracy Act) blackout day tomorrow to protest the bill, though I have a deep respect for sites such Wikipedia giving people a taste of what life might be like if SOPA passes.  Tomorrow, when you go to access many websites and blogs, you will find yourself either staring at a black screen or redirected to a landing page.  I considered doing it because the bill frightens me, but I realized that the blackout is very similar to placing your blog in a self-imposed “time out” to teach a lesson — and time outs are a parenting maneuver that Josh and I have chosen not to use with the twins.  So it didn’t make a lot of sense to use it on my blog.

The way I see the blackout is very similar to telling a child that they need to go sit in the corner for the play period to give them a taste of how they’ll miss out on fun or be removed from being with their friends if they can’t behave in a certain manner.  Some kids do learn from that time apart.  But others didn’t really care about the time apart and therefore the lesson is lost on them.  In those cases, it doesn’t elicit the desired behaviour as efficiently as positive, active approaches do.  I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t believe lawmakers give two shits about Stirrup Queens, and I think even if you give two shits about Stirrup Queens and the blackout goads you into writing your lawmaker opposing SOPA, I think it also has a good chance of eliciting the same response that some children give to time outs.  Which is no response at all.

As a writer, I am obviously anti-intellectual property theft, whether that is stealing a finished product, reusing someone else’s work without permission, or taking someone else’s idea — especially when you don’t give credit.  It’s a huge problem — I can’t tell you how many times my publishers have had to go after websites that offer my books as illegal downloads.  From a writer’s point-of-view, it is upsetting and frustrating and feels akin to having someone run into your kitchen and grab some food from your refrigerator.  I want people to read my books just as I want people to have food to eat; but in both cases, I’d like to be compensated.  I worked hard to create those books and when people steal them, it hurts me.

At the same time, out-and-out thievery that damages the artist is such a tiny portion of the Internet, therefore SOPA scares me because the language is like using a sledgehammer to bang a tiny nail into the wall to hold up a picture.  SOPA affects ALL sites, not just piracy sites.  As the Washington Post explains:

Rather than receiving a notification for copyright violations, sites now face immediate action — up to and including being taken down before they have a chance to respond. Intermediary sites like YouTube and Flickr could lose their “safe harbor” protections. Nonprofit or low-budget sites might not have the resources to defend themselves against costly lawsuits. And, meanwhile, larger companies like Google and Facebook could be forced to spend considerable time and money policing their millions of offerings each day for offending material.

In other words, we’re not just talking about piracy sites that offer up free copies of my book — sites that should be dealt with harshly (all other artists be damned, but my books — those things deserve enormous protection…).  But we’re talking about sites that you use every day: Wikipedia, Facebook, Twitter, your blog.  Sites that should have copyright violations removed immediately (or really, never used at all) but who are also humans who sometimes make mistakes and should have the ability to fix them.  Every online writer should be familiar with basic copyright laws, but not all online writers are familiar with those laws because people use their blogs for a multitude of reasons.  It’s similar to the way all professional bakers know health code laws, but not all home bakers who are selling muffins at the school bake sale do, even if they should.

Instead of a blackout, I want to draw lawmakers’ attention to the best of the Internet — the best that could get silenced if SOPA passes.  I want to direct lawmakers to the sharing of information on Wikipedia, to the leveling of the movie industry playing field with the advent of YouTube which gets short films out there to the world, to the support and information that can be found on personal blogs.  I want to highlight the good that comes from the online world instead of withdrawing our sites in order to teach a lesson.

I’m proposing an active, positive alternative to tomorrow’s blackout day as Free Advice Day — it’s what I get out of reading personal blogs.  On January 18th, post the best advice you have to give.  It can be something concrete such as how to get out a ballpoint ink stain (how does one get out ballpoint pen?) to something more ethereal such as how you know that love solves all problems, to something very specific such as how you got through the first days after a loss or how to give yourself an injection to something much larger such as how you make sure you never take your partner for granted.  Think about what words you can contribute to the Internet (and if your ideas build off of someone else’s ideas, for fuck sake, give them credit — this is SOPA we’re protesting!) and make the world a better place.  Let’s collectively show the good of the Internet while leaving the door open to brainstorm better ways to stop online piracy.  I can’t believe a blogosphere that can collectively put their heads together on a daily basis to give each other such fantastic life advice can’t solve a problem such as ensuring that people don’t outright steal.

Who is in?  There will be a linky tool on my advice post tomorrow so people can include a link to their advice for Protest SOPA/Free Advice Day.

After the bags had been taken to the dump and the boxes were lined up for Goodwill; after the bins were labeled so I’d never have to open them again if I didn’t want and the things we are passing along to others were neatly packaged up in the laundry room, waiting delivery; after the play room had been tidied and combed over for items worth discarding, Josh and I sat down on the sofa and surveyed the room while the twins played upstairs.  Despite containing four walls covered in books — thousands upon thousands of books — as well as sporting equipment and a few random toys, the basement looked empty.  Part of my brain looked at it as pristine, a space waiting for something to happen.  The other part of my brain looked at it as deflated, void of all those early years — the climby toys and the bouncey ball pit, the ride-on toys and rockers.  It looked like a place where something once happened instead of a place that was waiting to become something new.

I woke up in the morning with my chest in knots thinking about the boxes going to Goodwill.  I am always afraid that I’ve gotten rid of something I really want.  That Josh has accidentally placed something in the donate pile that was meant to be returned to the storage room.  I was awake for about 45 minutes before I finally got out of bed, leaving Josh behind sleeping.  I kept thinking about how much more I loved our house right now, how it feels less cramped and cluttered.  And how good it felt to get rid of some things — the broken incense holder I found in one box and the photographs of an ex-boyfriend — and how scared I felt to let go of anything.  I feel as if our memories are imprinted on all those tangible items: that they are the portals through which we have access to those memories.  I can’t tell you how many things I found that I had forgotten about without the tangible item to jog my memory.  And that scared me; releasing those tangible items even though they were no longer needed.  Because how will I remember things without them?

And do I really need to remember everything?

The house keeps changing as the twins age, like a face maturing.  Sometimes I just need a little bit to catch up mentally, to get used to how old everything looks.  To remember that there are good things that come with change; new experiences, new memories.  And there is the fact that we can’t live in the past; we need to be in the present, and the present twins are no longer the ones who played with the xylophone shaped like a dog or the fake cell phone.  They now play a real guitar and use a real iPad.  So we’re going out to celebrate the new house, talk about what we want to do with the new space.

I’m leaving that doubting side of my brain at home.