My Aunt gave us an old love-seat today. You’d never guess that this 12 year old love-seat is better than receiving Taylor Swift tickets for Christmas. We are slowly attempting to make our office into a functioning space and this love-seat gives us a place to start.
Eloise and Esther immediately claimed it as theirs and they camped in there the whole afternoon and evening. They set-up my phone for music and set out books, pencils and paper that could last a lifetime as they drew, journal-ed, sang, and chatted for nearly five hours.
At bedtime Eloise said to me “Mom, that couch is the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.”
And I didn’t know whether to smile and be happy for her, or to cry for her..because really, a couch?
But I think I get what she was saying. She was just happy for something so beautifully simple like a couch – a place for her and best friend(her sister) to hang out and call their own. A quiet place to just be. We are always looking for quiet corners at home.
And I know when she is 40 and thinking back over her childhood she will remember the day we got ‘the couch’ and she will remember that they sang Taylor Swift songs while designing clothing that was worthy of Project Runway.
I’m somewhat sure she will remember this because when I think back to my childhood, it’s the simple things that pull me back. The simple things that are the clearest. I know we had birthdays and weddings and divorces and graduations but truly I don’t remember the details of those.
But I do remember when I was 10 and we took an impromptu picnic in Southern Indiana and when we went to the grocery store we bought sandwich spread instead of mayo and truly I’ve never tasted a sandwich that good. And I remember when I was eight and I was trying over and over to do a handstand so my mom could take a picture of it, but I could never hold the pose long enough, so my mom told me to just hold my arms up high above my head and when we got the picture developed we would just look at it upside down. So that’s what we did and I do love that picture and remember laughing so hard at her brilliance in that plan. And I remember being little and eating Kraft Dinner in my Aunt Sandy’s sunny breakfast nook when we would stay with her in the Summer. She always served mine with a bowl and spoon and my brother ate his on a plate with a fork.
I know I’m guilty of going over the top for my kids for their birthdays and their Christmases. For trying too hard to make each moment extra special.
But truly, do they really care. I’d like to think not. I think they just need a simple things and a place with people who love them.
And maybe we just need to bring an old couch into our lives once in awhile to remind us how beautifully simple life really can be.