I underestimated table tennis. About eight years ago we purchased a table tennis set for our family. For the next few years I spent time with my kids, one-on-one, just hitting the ball back and forth. Not keeping score, just hitting and talking.
I was aware of the value of the time spent with my children, but like many things in life, one doesn’t usually appreciate until it’s gone.
We are relocating to Virginia so we are getting rid of things we no longer want or use. A few days ago I sold our “Ping Pong” table on Craig’s List. I was excited by the amount of interest there was in this item. I sold it within a few hours. The buyer was to pick it up the next day. My job was to disassemble it for transport.
This was easy enough as it required no tools. However it did require enormous mental energy. My mind was flooded with memories of our time standing around the table just hitting and talking.
The buyer arrived later that day and I helped him load it onto the truck he had rented from The Home Depot. I remembered renting a similar truck from The Home Depot to bring the table home one Christmas. The joy and the sorrow a truck can carry.
As he drove out of the driveway I was saddened by the sight of all those memories in the back of that truck. My only consolation was that our table tennis set was going to another house, with another family, to make more memories. I texted my son, “I just sold the ping-pong table. It’s leaving the driveway right now. This is sad work.”
It was sad work. I went back to the room in our basement where the table had stood, where we had stood hitting and talking. The room was so full of memories I could barely slip through the doorway.
I sat on the floor staring at the divots in the carpeting where the table legs had been, overwhelmed with the memories of table tennis. Wow, that is some game.