Simple

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.

About Tracy


My name is Tracy Morrison and I live in sunny Minnesota. I'm neither British nor a nun - I'm just a Midwesterner with a headache. This is mainly a humor and lifestyle blog that documents the lighter side of parenting. I am an ex-corporate ladder climber turned freelance writer, social media manager, and fashion expert - and ruler of my own little universe(very small). Aren't we all. I would love for you to contact me at tracy@sellabitmum.com

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  1. says

    You always write the right posts at the right time, this hit the note for me.

    I just repurposed an old, cheap stool, that my husband used for years as an outdoor side table – it’s now my side table for my new nook/ study and I love it. I still remember we bought it a store in Australia when we were honeymooning.

    I also remember the orange couch my parents had in our home. I loved it, ugly as it was.
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  2. Mamaintheburbs says

    Growing up in my house in NY I remember a few key furniture pieces that came from my grandparents. Looking back at them I would def say they were hideous! But they have a lo of memory and with my parents recent divorce they now sit in my Dad’s house. It’s kind of nice to see my grandmothers tea cart or her china cabinet. I guess that’s how we keep memories alive!

  3. says

    that couch is a memory already, it became one the moment they all settled on it and made it theirs. That is what is beautiful about being young. You soak things in, you do see the value in small things.

    Every day lately, I am reminded by my own children about the importance of the little stuff. To just sit in your world and be astounded. I think it’s one of the best parts of being a mom…that I am living again through them.

    I loved this…and you.
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  4. says

    This post makes me look back on what stands out most in my childhood, and you’re right. It is mostly the little things – the everyday kind of things. Like when my mom used to pop popcorn and lay out a blanket on the shady sideyard for us to sit together and munch. Or the times when things went wrong, in a non tragic, funny sort of way – like when she made a new meal that even the dog wouldn’t eat. I’ve made lots of funny, non tragic blunders, so I guess my kids should have plenty of memories.
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  5. says

    This is so true, when I think back it is all those little things that I remember most. My grandmother is slowly declining from alzheimer’s and what I remember most is how she used to cut us these little squares of lunch meat and cheese and put them on fancy plates. I need to remember this the next time I’m debating on spending $300 to go see Sesame Street Live.
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  6. says

    you’re so lucky to have the big girls. I long for the day when my girls can be besties like that….right now they play very nicely together, but I know it will only evolve…
    And my boys are big…but they’re so loud and boyish and loud and loud
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