The first night of volleyball practice, Sylvia spent 45 minutes ransacking the house (mostly her room) trying to find her kneepads. I went up for about 1 minute thinking I might help and saw that every drawer, corner, nook, and cranny of the girls' room was overfull and a mess.
This morning I told Sylvia she needed to clean up the mess she made the other night and go through all of her things and LET GO of some. Throw things in the trash; it's okay!! Well, she decided to go through the "toy closet" and put things she and Annah don't use into bins in the attic. Goodbye dolls and Barbies and Littlest Pet Shop toys and Strawberry Shortcakes and being a little girl.
The girls spent many, many hours playing with Barbies and dolls in this space. They not only loved Sylvia's Barbie house, but created many more rooms to expand the house all throughout the closet. They used folders and cardboard boxes and duct tape and other toys and craft items. And they really played and pretended with all of it.

While Sylvia was a bit more of a "dolly girl" than Annah, they always played dolls together. I remember a very difficult discussion the day last summer when Sylvia realized that Annah wasn't interested in playing with Barbies most of the time. Sylvia didn't want to play with them by herself; she loved the pretending, acting, giggling time with Annah. She wasn't really ready then to outgrow that special activity with her sister, and it hurt when I explained that Annah was older and it was okay for her not to want to play with dolls anymore. Sylvia was afraid she would lose the special sister bond they shared, but understood. When I explained Sylvia's realization to Annah, she cried too. No bond was lost. Memories made are now cherished, and they share tween/teen activities just as happily.

Sylvia asked me to take pictures before they packed everything up. I have to admit, my momma heart was having some trouble with this decision to pack these things away. Their childhoods are passing so quickly; that's a painful realization for me. As I came into the girls' room to take pictures, Sylvia showed me around the Barbie house and pointed out each little item they had made or repurposed. Tears began to stream down my face. At the same time it hurt so much to see the girls packing their childhood toys away, I am also grateful for the treasured memories they have. I asked Sylvia to give me a tour on video. I love the creativity they used in their play and making the space a haven that's now full of memories.
I also share memories with them. Many of the items they have in their room are from my own childhood. Their furniture and lamps, Holly Hobbie items.
The kids each have one of these pencil drawings in their rooms. I bought them at Hearts at Home conference years ago, and the artist personalized each of them for me. I love the reminder they are to the kids.
"I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands." - Isaiah 49:15b-16a
Here is the wooden Barbie house my parents and brother and sis-in-law gave Sylvia several Christmases ago. It has been well-loved.
The girls used the boxes their cars came in for garages.
This extra bedroom is made from plastic folders (walls), fabric scraps (carpet and blankets), pencil box (bookshelf), a pizza pressure guard thing to keep the pizza box lid from falling into the melted cheese (table/stool), and plastic ice cream dish (nightstand).
This is a bedroom made from my old Caboodles case!
The sink, toilet, and tub in this bathroom are all made out of duct tape.
There are many other creative items throughout the house, including a shower made from a Velveeta box, and an entire patio set made from duct tape and other items. It's all so creative and sweet. I love the children my girls were and are. I think they are growing up wonderfully. I'm so blessed to be their momma and to get to watch them grow up.
The girls decided to keep the wooden Barbie house, a few Barbies, and one of the cars in the closet for little girls who may stop in to play.
"I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands." - Isaiah 49:15b-16a