Last weekend, I was asked to take down the “Thomas table” from my son’s room. When he was 4, I built him a table that was hinged to the wall and when it was let down, it provided a kid height surface onto which he could play with his Thomas the Tank Engine toys. Over the years, Thomas saw less of the table, as he was replaced by Star Wars figures and Legos.
In the last year, the table was never brought off the wall, but was used, instead, as depository for my son’s surf sticker collection. It was time to go. He’s now 11.
With a heavy heart, I removed the screws. I celebrated the craftsmanship and love that went into its creation, but lamented the fact that it was time to move on. My son will forever be less entertained by small, inanimate objects, which do not have power cords. That’s the way it is. I just don’t like it.