If you read the last post, you’ll remember that I cleared out the spare room and it’s now my space to write and ponder the universe in.
While in the middle of the changing around, my youngest daughter poked her head in the doorway and asked what I was doing and with a ‘huh’ left after I told her the answer.
A little while later, when it was all set up, she came back and this is how the conversation went.
Her: “Oh! This room is cool!”
Me: “Yep. I’m pretty happy with it.”
Her: “When I wake up early or any other time, and you’re not in here, can I come in here?”
Her: “Why not?!?!”
Me: “Because it’s my space and I set it all up.”
Her: “That is totally unfair. [and said as she walked off] When I’m an adult, I’m going to have MY own space and no-one will be allowed in!”
I chuckled to myself, thinking, ‘Well, you have a whole room to yourself right now!’
I told my husband later and he immediately saw the parallel with life.
Sometimes, we see what other people have in their lives and want what they have. What we don’t always see is the hard work, the rearranging, the sweat, the decisions, the effort of moving things around. We just see a great room and we want to move in.
And sometimes we can see it midway and not see it’s potential. It’s only after we see it complete that we think it’s worth anything.
It’s easy to look at others and be jealous of their ‘special spaces’ and wonder why they can have that and we can’t. All the while, we miss the point that if we too put in the same amount of effort, we could have what they have. It may look different, rearranged in it’s own unique pattern but it will be ours and it will be special.
And we will have the satisfaction of knowing we did it ourselves and that’s it was our hard work that gave us what we have. Isn’t that far better than walking into something already finished?