The Secret Life of Curtains

Every military spouse I know has one.  It’s some sort of marked box or storage bin; usually shoved in the back corner of a closet.  Sometimes the lid closes nicely.  Sometimes it’s crammed so full that we have to stack other boxes on top to keep it closed.

This box is filled with curtains.  And it is more than just something that takes up storage space.  Inside, each panel is folded neatly. And each panel tells a little piece of our story.

When our lives are broken into 3-5 year segments (sometimes more, sometimes less), the curtains remind us of the zip codes where those segments took place.  They don’t look like mere material to us.  We look at them and see floor plans and accent walls.  They remind us of the dining room where our second-born learned to smear broccoli into his eyebrows and the first girl-nursery we repainted twice because we couldn’t get the color quite right.  Sometimes, if we dig to the bottom of the box, we find ones we forgot were there.  Occasionally, we get lucky and find a window in the new house that fits the curtains that hung in the living room two addresses ago.  Other times, we stuff the old curtains back into the bin and shop for the new ones because they don’t fit quite right and we just need something a little different.  When we find the perfect pair, we display them proudly on the rods.  And there they’ll hang like soft, blank notebook pages inviting us to begin scribbling the next chapter of our story.


Each panel hides the secrets of lives lived within the walls of many different houses–big houses, little houses, new houses, and badly-in-need-of-repair government houses.  They witnessed the delirium of promotion days and the utter chaos of packing days.  They’ve been with us through the long, lonely “settling in” days when anxiety is high and friends are something we haven’t quite gotten around to making just yet.  Our curtains have watched us learn, grow, meet new people, and stretch our comfort zones to the absolute max.  These silent observers hang around as we embrace new normals, acclimate to new environments, and slowly, painfully begin to detach ourselves from the places we’ve called home and people we dared to consider family.

Woven into their fabric is nothing less than a lifetime of our memories.  Each panel brings back memories of belly laughs and first steps, birthday parties, epic tantrums, screaming matches, and tender making-up moments.  Sometimes we open the box and stare at the panels as a way to just remember. Other times we open the box because we have new, neatly folded memories to add.  But–hardest of all–are the times we open the box to purge.  Every good military spouse knows that making room for the new memories means you have to first do the very hard work of letting go of the old ones.  Even though most of us are very good at keeping only the essentials, sometimes we struggle with the “letting go” of those panels of fabric because we are afraid that, without them, we may just forget a chapter of our story.

But, the truth is that we unintentionally saved a backup file of the story on our hearts.  The images may not be as crystal clear as the day we made the memories.  But, like our box of curtains, we carry the memories around–from address to address, house to house, zip code to zip code–and our lives are so much richer because of them.  Even if we were oblivious to it at the time, these houses and these people that have been part of our journey have written the chapters of our story with us and for us on our very hearts.  The houses where the curtains hung made us feel at home even when the person we love the most was missing at the Christmas dinner table.  The friends we met along the way invited us into their lives and hearts and we celebrated, loved, and took care of each other and all our crazy children as though we had similar strands of DNA.   The homes, the friends, and the memories are what have made this journey worthwhile and we never, ever have to purge them from our storage closets.  It turns out the curtains we collected along the way were just a bonus.














14 thoughts on “The Secret Life of Curtains

  1. Thank you for giving me a smile and a warm glow in my heart. My husband and I are not military, but his 30+ year career has been supporting and living in community with military personnel. We’ve moved 9 times through the years. While reading your thoughts just now, I was taken back 28 years to the beautiful pink fabric I made into curtains for my daughter’s first bedroom. The first thing I did at each new house was remake those curtains to fit her new window in the hopes it would help her feel “at home.” She has a place of her own now, but I still have those well loved and remade pieces of fabric tucked away somewhere. Thanks for opening that box for me today.

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      1. No, I’m more on the analytical side. I just admire creativity! I appreciate you wanting to follow me….that’s quite a compliment! I blush. Thanks from one Crab to another Crabb. 😊 I will be in touch!

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  2. Nichole, this is so lovely. I imagine stacks of fabric in all colors and textures telling your family’s story whose chapters are just as varied and just as beautiful as the curtains in the box.

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  3. This just came across my feed. And even reading the title my eyes got sweaty. You’ve spoken truth. Although we are now retired and are in our forever home, I’m struggling getting rid of those curtains that know so many stories. Over our 28 years, 9 pcs moves, they saw it all. The kids, the heartache, saying hello saying goodbye. The promotions, death, life, grandbaby and furbabies. And through it all they found their place, witness to a life that I wouldn’t change for the world. Thank You!

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    1. Wow!! And now my eyes are feeling sweaty! We are 6 months away from possible retirement and trying to make this decision is soooooo hard! As wonderful as a “forever home” sounds, “home” for us has always been wherever we hang our curtains, right? You are so right…..I wouldn’t change a single chapter in our story either! Blessings to you, dear sister!


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