In our ever-changing lives, our homes are the thread that weaves together the stories of our past, present, and future. Change is an inevitable companion, and as the chapters of our lives unfold, so does the landscape of our homes.
It may be difficult, sometimes, to maintain a sense of place as the winds of change blow through. If you’ve been following along, you will probably know that my youngest son has moved into the guest bedroom, and that I have cleared the front bedroom to make room for a toddler’s own space. Don’t get me wrong. I am honoured that my children love me enough to feel that they can move in with me and still keep their own identities and enjoy their lives. I have opened the door to new beginnings and celebrate the prospect of shared memories and the creation of a nurturing environment.
As my life evolves, so too should the spaces within my home. I’m truly and definitely embracing change! Welcoming a toddler into my home on a semi-permanent basis means that I need to let go of some notions of what my own time means to me, I count myself lucky that I can open my arms and my heart to spending time with my grandchild. Maintaining a sense of self requires open and honest communication, which I encourage at all times – so everybody’s voice is heard.
My home is not merely a place. It is a feeling. A sanctuary that evolves with me. My home is my constant. A reflection of who I am, and a testament to the beauty of grown and transformation.
As I embrace the change from having a house all to myself to include others, I surrender to sweet disarray sometimes. In this transformation, my house becomes more than just a dwelling: it becomes a living testament to the boundless capacity of the heart to expand and make room for new beginnings.
And I realize that the transition from having the house to myself to the addition of a son and a toddler (part-time) demands the art of letting go. Perfectly arranged spaces may shift and change. It is a lesson in flexibility, adaptability and the profound realization that a home’s true beauty lies not in its order but in the stories it holds. The future stories it will create.
I am still navigating the changes and finding ways to accommodate this new phase. I’m still, also, cleaning and clearing and rearranging. Top floor is 99% done. Basement comes next. I’m off to vacuum and mop the floors.
Until I write again, keep creating!
PS: By the way, I’m putting it out there. I am going to be the coolest Abu ever!. This child is going to paint, sew, get dirty, and learn all kinds of fun stuff. I can’t wait.