Inspiration to my Tiny House Friends. This is for you, Jen.
I have an idea. Lets take the thing about our selves or our lives that we are most insecure about, and compare that thing with people who have the 1 thing we feel we are lacking. I'm sure only good can come of it.
No. That can't be right. And when written in this way, seems like such a stupid thing to do. As women and mothers we constantly compare ourselves to other women/mothers. But very unfairly. We choose NOT to see what we have, but to focus on our one (or two) PERCEIVED weak spots.
Some examples:
I'm too fat. I'm too thin. I'm too old. I'm too young. I'm too poor, and my house is small. I'm too rich and my house is too big (maybe not). The list is endless.
I have 2. I'm too fat, and my house is too small. (WAY TOO SMALL). These are pretty common. The small house one, especially because where I live, Believe me when I tell you a $500,000 house looks ALOT different than my house. I have several friends in Tiny Houses (and not the cool kind you pull behind a trailer and see the country from).
Our Houses are too small for our families. We see $500,000 houses, with 1 or 2 children, and the jealousy and shame hits us. How can it not. Where did we go so wrong. What in the world do these people do for a living?!?! Are they hiring? (haha). Why can't we provide this kind of home, neighborhood, for our children. Don't they deserve it.
It makes us cringe when another parent will drop off, or pick up at our house. Will they judge us? Pity us? Encourage their kids to play with other kids next time? The thought/possibility of the last one brings me to tears. But do they? I bet some do. Sadly, I'm sure of it. But they don't all do it. And those who do, aren't worthy of us, or our kids. We are good people. Loyal friends. Fun, Funny, Giving, Faithful, just plain GOOD.
But honestly that doesn't matter. Why are we judging ourselves. Pitying ourselves, our lives, our houses, our kids?
If I NEVER saw those other houses. Would my house feel like enough? Yes. I love my tiny house. I love being crowded around the dinner table, 7 people snuggled on the couch. Bumping my daughter, my husband, my cat, as I make my way to the bathroom. I love waiting impatiently outside the bathroom door, (if my daughter doesn't hurry, I may pee my pants). I love it because it gives me 4 more seconds of interaction with her. I get to see her, I usually kiss her/hug her/ push her/ smooth her hair/ hip check her, something. We say something. "I love you" "took long enough" "do we have any cheese?" I cherish those seconds. I know it sounds stupid but I do. I get to spend so much time with them, because we are forced together by our tiny house.
I could have made different life choices. I could have finished college first, worked a few years, saved some money, and married some successful man. (that is NOT how it went down).
Guess what I wouldn't have? No Aurora, No Paula, No Sam, No Carlos, No Selene. Maybe I could've still had Juan. But having kids later in life, say 30, Could have given me Carlos & Selene, if I had JJ (which considering our past, not-likely).
Would we live in Loveland? Would I have the friends I have now?
We eat dinner together almost every night. Does a financially successful husband, mean his job more demanding? Force him to Travel? Drain him by the time he gets home? Keep him from Coaching Soccer? Keep him from helping at the Marching Band Cookout? Keep him from playing Volleyball with me on Fridays? Keep him from my life? From our everyday lives?
When it comes down to it, I wouldn't trade a SINGLE person in my life for a bigger house. Especially not the kids and not JJ. And for what? So I can be physically farther away from my children and husband more often. Pass.
And if you come by my house, and judge me, or pity me. I'm sorry. Sorry because you can't see what you're missing. Love. Family. Togetherness.
Thank you Tiny House.
