July 17, 2016
I left the table (upside-down) in our dining room until just last week. The thought of throwing it out bothered me. I would measure and analyze it to see what I could do to make it usable again. It wasn't until this past week that I recognized the real reason why.
You see, it is not just a table, it's a piece of furniture full of memories that make up most of our family's life. It was the first piece of furniture that Anthony and I bought for ourselves. Not a hand-me-down, not a gift. I was very particular when choosing our table. It had to be sturdy, light in color and with clean lines and with a limited budget. After a few weeks of window shopping, I almost threw in the towel. But, I had a discussion with Muggy and she promised to keep an eye out in the sale ads. She was very particular to detail, so I thought it might just work.
A few weeks passed and I got a phone call. When Muggy called, she either greeted me with "Jennifer? Oh good your home!" or "Jennifer, I didn't wake you-did I?!", depending on the time of day. I vividly remember the conversation of this amazing deal and the oddity of Lowes selling furniture. Luckily, she called when she did. Anthony and I had to go to 2 different Lowes. Once we found one with it in stock, they realized there was a major pricing mistake. They honored it and I was happily on my way with a brand new dining set with buffet table.
I'm not one to get attached to material things. I don't like clutter or chaos. But, when I thought back on the history this piece of wood carried with it, I couldn't let go. This table was the center to everything that occurred in our home.
It has seen first and last meals with friends and family in Virginia and California.
It's seen food fights and formal dinners.
It was the first table that I hosted a holiday meal at after my mother had passed and we changed our traditions.
Enough birthday candles were blown out at it to start a large bonfire.
It held homework and school projects from preschool all the way to college.
Gifts were wrapped on it, crafts made on it, and cookies decorated on it.
Family board games and drunken card games were played at it.
Major decisions, like buying our first home and car were made at it.
It has had many heartaches and triumphs dumped out on it.
It helped me through many sleepless, pregnant nights with puzzles while Anthony was deployed.
It had paint, marker, egg dye, crayons and pencil markings to prove that it was very well loved, much like a child's security blanket.
Everyone that stepped through our door was welcome at that table, and more than likely sat at it. Not one other piece of furniture of ours has held so many memories. So, I will take time in selecting our next dining room table, the same way as the first. In the meantime, the broken one is being made into a desk to salvage what I could.
January 15, 2015
I was half paying attention to what Cruz was saying. I think I was in the middle of a conversation with Anthony. Then, something odd caught my ear. He was talking about someone smoking. This can't be good. So, I listen.
Cruz proceeds to tell us about watching football on TV while they were supposed to be napping. "This guy was smoking a taquito". Whhhhhhat? At this point, I have NO clue where this one is going. I'm concerned, upset, curious...........
We begin to analyze the situation. Many questioned followed.
Was it an ad?
Where was dad?
Did they use a lighter?
What did it look like?
Are you SURE it was a taquito?
It was on fire?
Were they cooking the taquito?
What color was it?
Now, I'm really starting to get worried. We are getting no where. I asked again, "What did it look like?". Cruz says it was brown, they poked a hole in one end, shows the size with his hands, and then says they lit it.
Logic should have told me to assess the situation a little better before I really concentrated on the word taquito. I mean, what else would a cigar look like to a 6 year old?!
|Don't worry Ma! It's only a taquito!|
June 3, 2014
Cruz has been sitting on this stump every day he swims. Sometimes as long as 30 minutes. He just sits there and plays with a twig or sings to himself. He's in his own little world and seems very content.
I watch him in amazement because, to be honest, I don't have much patience with him lately. He's become my most active and impatient child. It's draining and being an unemployed stay - at - home Mom doesn't help.
Ryan burst my bubble this morning. I was able to watch Cruz from the kitchen window and see his calmness. Ryan started laughing, "Mom, do you know why he sits there? It's because he gets out of the pool and the dirt is too hot on his feet so he waits until he gets enough courage up to walk on it."
Seriously? I liked my input better! Lol