Pieces of Comfort
I don’t recall how it all started, but my dad would buy me a lego box on special occasions (birthday, Christmas). We would then sit for however long it took me to put the pieces together while he coached me along and patiently answered my questions.
As I grew older, I would watch him put pieces of furniture together that he and my mother would buy (many a times from Ikea) or asked him questions when he would fix something that stopped working in the house.
Last Friday my new couch (also from Ikea) was finally delivered. In pieces of course. I happened to be chatting with my dad via Skype when the delivery people brought the massive cardboard box into my apartment and placed it on my living room floor.
After they left, I tore open the box, took note of the different pieces and looked over the instructions with my dad.
Just as he use to help me along when I was a little girl putting my lego pieces together, he did the same as I placed each piece of the couch together while he watched and spoke with me through Skype, directing me if I had any questions or stopping me from making any mistakes.
I was quite proud of myself (as was my dad) once the couch was completed and finally in one piece. But what made me smile even more was the opportunity of having a piece of my childhood back, another chance to put pieces of a puzzle together with my dad.