It was fun to dig out the pictures of the Lego Valentine Box my son made two years ago, and even more fun to share it with you a few days ago. This is probably the last year my son will be making box. He’s in the fifth grade now and I’ve never had any of my children make one, once they entered middle school. This means it’s also the last one for our family. He’s my youngest child. We’ve made Valentine boxes with his three older siblings for years, but it looks like our run might be over.
So it’s only fitting that we go out with a bang. This is the box that almost didn’t come to be. My son’s huge Lego collection is packed away tightly in a moving truck, that is headed to our house…on Friday. Three days too late to make another Lego Valentine Box. He only has a shoe box full of Legos right now, just enough to keep him sane during our cross country move.
Then fate intervened. A fellow GeekMom writer sent out a message a few weeks ago and wanted to know if anyone was interested in her adult son’s Lego collection. I couldn’t raise my hand quickly enough. Our name was put in a hat, along with the other GeekMoms who raised hands, and in the end, my boy lucked out. His name was drawn and his day was made.
The huge box arrived over the weekend. My son was promptly checked out of our family for the next two days, only coming up for air long enough to eat and go for a quick run on the ski slopes with his dad. Sunday night came. The time for sorting and admiring all the new, clever bricks ended, and the construction of the Epic Box began.
And this is what came out of the marathon building session.
He, and both of his older brothers, skipped their after school ski time on Monday, and put their whole effort into building something great. Pieces were added. Pieces were taken away. Ideas were discussed. Builders got side tracked with interesting new pieces, then got pulled back into the project.
This morning, it was ready. Sam carefully hauled it into school, perched on top of a storage tub lid. There’s no contest in his class this year. It wasn’t even a requirement that the students had to build a box. But we couldn’t pass up this last chance. Our family’s tour is over. And we feel good about our very last creation. Oh, I mean we feel good about Sam’s creation. Yeah, that’s what I meant.
