I knew it had to be done. We are putting our house on the market soon and the walls have to be painted and character in the house has to be removed. But I didn't anticipate that when I started to paint over the first star that I would start to feel tears welling up.
They are just stars.
But when I started painting over the first one I thought about how excited I had been when I had first picked out the stencil, bought the paint, and started figuring out the placement of the stars.
Of course I hadn't been excited just for any old stenciling project, this was for the nursery. Before this the room had just been a guest bedroom/my extra clothes closet. But now it was going to house a small being I hadn't met yet and all the adventures that would come with him.
It hit me, when I had stenciled the first star I was not a mother yet. No one called me " Mommy" yet. No one asked to snuggle on the couch with me (well besides my husband). No one needed me to change their diaper or kiss their boo boos. I think that's really why I was upset about painting over the stars and the sweet little moon. It had been a dream of hope and anticipation for me and now I was living out that dream.
When I started to paint over the first star I realized that I had to get my son involved in painting over them. It just didn't feel right to do this without him. If I was upset about it who knows how he'd feel. Clearly by the photos he was not upset although after they were all painted over he did say "oh my stars!" Like it just occurred to him that they were going away.
I know in the next house we will have many more memories and fun times but there will always be something special about the first.