Friday, January 11, 2013

overgrown and neglected


This is my grandparents home. Overgrown, run down, unloved and neglected. It has been several years since they both passed away and on our recent trip to Mount Gambier I really wanted to see how their home was going. As I pulled up in our bus out the front of their home, I was in shock. I wanted to burst into tears at the sight of it.

In my mind this home was large. It was full of fun memories of going to the beach, of hanging out at the dairy, of playing with animals, of eating wonderful meals in the small kitchen, of listening to my grandfather play the organ, of art, of craft, of bad wallpaper and of love.

Standing on the side of the road, this home looked small, it looked plain and it looked dead. I wanted to buy it immediately, to restore it, to love it and to fill it with life again. I wanted to keep those memories alive, to spend time in this home once again and to pass them onto my children. 

As I stood on the side of the road looking at the run down state of their home, trying to hold back the tears, I knew that it was time for me to let go and to move on. It was now up to me to keep those memories alive in our family and it was time for me to take over and to create a home just like I remember enjoying. 

I came to see how my own children feel about our home. They don't care about what new gadgets we have, how much money we have or if we are keeping up with the latest trends. All they care about is how they feel in our home, the wonderful memories we create there and of being loved.

Those few seconds that I stood on the side of a country road were a wonderful reminder to focus on what matters most this year. To nourish my family with love and kindness and to not neglect them at any cost. I am determined to give it my best shot in making it happen.

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  1. I totally get this, recently Tom told me that he never wanted to move as our home was the best place ever. It was a reminder that it didn't matter that he didn't have his own room, it didn't really need more space.... and all those other things I sometimes let take over my head space.

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    1. Our children feel the same way. They don't want to move because they love the home so much. I think it is absolutely wonderful!

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  2. What you wrote...'this home looked small, it looked plain and it looked dead' really shows that it's 'the people and the experiences' that make a house a home. A lovely post Naomi; thank you for sharing your thoughts.

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    1. Exactly Maria! It is the people and the experiences. Love that!

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  3. Beautiful post Naomi. I remember my grandparents house as being huge yet years later I realized how small it really was. For myself, I can only conclude that it must be love that makes a house feel huge because of the memories and wonderful moments wrapped up in it. Love really is amazing.xx

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    1. It really is. I was shocked how small the house was as well. Amazing how things change when you get older!

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  4. I can relate to how you feel about your grandparents place. My grandparents house is in the same town we live in but since my Nana passed 3 years ago I have only been past once, as it is now negected and un-loved. It breaks my heart to see it, because as you say the memories that we have from their place are a big part of my life.

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    1. That would be so hard living close by! The good thing is that we do have memories and we can keep them alive by remembering them. N x

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  5. Amazing post N. I know exactly how you feel. My grandparents place in country NSW was my palace xx

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    1. Every child should have a grandparents palace in their younger years. How different the world would be if they did!

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  6. My sister bought my grandma's house after she passed away.....and then remodeled it. I don't like the way she changed things, and it makes me sad when I go there. I have so many good memories of that house, especially from family parties. But we had a big family party over Christmas (all the aunts, uncles, and cousins) at someone else's house this year, and it was just as happy and wonderful as always. Like you said, it's the people, and the love, not the house.

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    1. Oh dear! That would be hard to go visit! So glad you had such a wonderful Christmas xx

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