There are times when I am going about my day…having a conversation, surfing on my computer, helping with homework, working on a project…and a theme keeps coming up. A common thread, a little gem, is found.
Such was the case today.
It started with Instagram. I saw a post Maria from Dreamy Whites shared about the marble she selected for her kitchen makeover. In the post, she shared that everyone, including the salesmen at the store, tried to talk her out of marble. Why? Because it stains and etches and won’t look perfect forever.
She said, “I have a French pastry cupboard that has a marble top that is over 100 years old. I love every scratch and discoloration that the century old marble counter shows. Don’t let anyone talk you out of marble if it’s what you really want…”
Then Jeff and I had a conversation about letting the boys do things that are daring and adventurous. Not only simply allowing it, but encouraging it. It feels scary to let your kids out of your sight and to suggest they do anything with even the slightest element of danger.
Even as every parenting instinct inside of me bristled at the thought, the movie Finding Nemo came to mind. “If you never let anything happen to him, then nothing will ever happen to him.”
And then, I was answering e-mail questions about finishes and their durability. I’ve thought this before and it hit me afresh.
Why does everyone want a bullet-proof finish? Are we moving back towards a time when everyone is going to clad their upholstery in plastic, so it is never stained and our dining tables are always hidden under the protection of pads and a tablecloth?
As I sat at my computer, wondering what to write, all of these snippets of my day came to mind. The commonality in all of the seemingly disconnect happenings surfaced.
I feel like we’re moving in a direction where everything must be preserved, protected and perfect at all times.
Do you feel that way sometimes, too?
I would rather move in a direction where everything must be loved and cherished and it’s okay if they display the marks of a well-lived life…