“Mommy, I love our house,” Eli said to me yesterday.
“What do you like about it the most?” I asked him.
“Well . . . I like that it’s so big.”
It’s funny how people’s perceptions can be different. I think that Eli and I are in agreement that our house is the biggest we’ve lived in so far, but the past few weeks I’ve been tallying up a list of projects we’d like to tackle over Michael’s winter break. The wallpaper of the previous owner just has to come down – even the layers that have previous layers beneath it! I have a few painting projects I’d like to do and some mini-blinds that need replacing as well. But I may have waded a bit too far into the deep end when I purchased some camel-colored velveteen to reupholster our sofa (not kidding – and yes, I tried to take it back, but it was a red-tag item, so now I have to try and do it – won’t that be a fun blog post or two!).
But my problem is, that sometimes I get so tied up in the projects that I feel like our house won’t be “us” until they are done. I was starting to feel pretty downcast when I thought about all I wanted to do and then realized how little time or help I had to do it.
Hearing Eli say that he just loves our house was a gentle reminder that in a child’s eyes, the home is so much more than the furnishings or the wallpaper. Heck, like he’d know that anything is dated anyway – he’s only four!
