Friday, July 21, 2017

Tales of the room

When I look around at the decor in my home I see my families story. I see the times we have struggled, the times we have prospered, the times we have lost, and most importantly the love we have gained through it all. The most important room to me in my home is where the treasure of my heart resides, my son’s room.

        From the moment that I found out I was pregnant I started thinking. Was I going to be a good mom? Was I going to have a boy or a girl? What was I going to name my child? I will never forget the moment that my husband and I found out that we were going to be having a boy. My husband jumped up out of his chair and thrusted his first into the air and then proclaimed that our new son’s room had to be sports.

        I knew from the start that my greatest responsibility for the rest of my life would be to help form the kind of person my son grew up to be. I wanted him to be strong, caring, adventurous, charitable, and of course loving. When my husband declared that the nursery had to be sports decor I knew that I could create a nest for my son that enveloped all that I wanted him to aspire to be. Above his crib we mounted the famous Babe Ruth quote “Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game”. Something that I have to remind myself of as I move through life. We hung pictures on the walls of my husband playing baseball as a youth, a picture painted of a San Diego Padres baseball by one of the most kindhearted people that I have ever had in my life, and a silly rally monkey signed by men who never gave up on their dreams. We set up a crib with blankets that were handmade by my great grandmother and now my son’s great grand mother. I snuck in bits of whimsy from a polkadot rug to pompoms on top of his dresser. When all was said in done I looked at a nursery full of hopes and dreams just waiting for an angel to come and make those wishes a reality.

        As my son grows and learns the tales of his room I hope that it leaves a lasting impression on him of the love that was created in that room and of the wondrous people that influenced his silly little artifacts. Decor matter because it is the story of our lives. It tells the people around us where we have been, who we have loved, and where we might just end up. I started the story for my son with a quote on a wall and love put into it.

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