One year ago my husband had 2 days to move to a different city and start a new job. Since that threw us into a tailspin of decisions, we opted to rent a small house in the city until we are settled here and know where we want to live. So, here I am, a stay-at-home-Mom in a very tiny house....day after day...4 people sharing a bathroom the size of a postage stamp. Don't even get me started on my closet for I might weep. Eventually, we will buy a home with some land and we won't be crashing into each other all day.
I caught myself grumbling about it and immediately felt terrible. This isn't the first time I've been here. I know what it's like to spend years wishing for something bigger and better. My family spent 18 years saving and planning for the "dream home" while living in a small house that we outgrew. I look back on my childhood, and we were always looking and praying for the perfect dream home and growing increasingly unsatisfied where we were. I wish it wasn't like that. I loved my childhood in our little house in the country with the occasional coon that ran amuck in the closet. (Really, it did. And it bit my Dad. And I think Mom threatened to sue someone, but I'm not sure who was responsible for the rouge critter.)
I made a deal with myself that I wouldn't waste this time in our home grumbling and pouting. Nope, I'm going to organize, rearrange, down-size and enjoy it, even when my kitchen-the-size-of-a-closet starts to get me down.
We're making memories here- important memories. I was 31 months pregnant in this house. We brought our baby girl home in this house. We learned to be a family of four in this house. All of our family have come to visit and love on our babies. I learned how to take apart a dishwasher in this house.
Who knows, I might get my big, fancy house and miss how crowded it is here. I might miss only having to clean one bathroom. I might miss how our 3 bedrooms are crammed right next to each other and somehow my children are both in bed with us in the morning. Heck, I might even miss how one person is always doing the bathroom dance while yelling at the door, "ARE YOU DONE IN THERE YET?!"
I'll wage a war on my discontent, because we're a family and that's enough. I won't miss this time with them wishing I was somewhere bigger and better. They are my bigger and better.