I've had this experience, helping a friend (who recently had surgery) get rid of the "baby bed", replace it with a larger bed, put together a "big girl wardrobe" (Ikea) - and bring in a study table / reading nook, etc.
The little one (though she's nearly six foot as a teenager, definitely taking after my friend - he's a mammoth!) - had clear, tender moments with her dad during the process - but there were objects and items that she definitely didn't want gone.
It was a communal experience, and given my friend couldn't move the furniture, and it needed to be done, we were the village.
The other day, that very same daughter of my friend invited us all for a dinner as part of her school holiday activities.
❤️
A connubial experience. I think that is a good way to describe it. Also, getting the invite for a dinner is also part of that community, isn't it?
The less we interact with each other, the more brittle community/society becomes. We need those shared experiences to grow.