Have you read the book The Best Nest by P.D. Eastman? It’s so good! Mrs. Bird becomes unhappy with her house and sends Mr. Bird out to find a new one. She has a complaint about every new nest location he suggests. (Sound familiar?) During his search a rainstorm comes and he has lost Mrs. Bird. He eventually finds her in their original house singing, “I love my house. I love my nest. In all the world, my nest is best.”
I love it!
Just today I thought randomly of a common occurrence we humanoids tend to make about our homes. I have two goals:
1. I want to know if your experiences are the same 2. Join me in the celebration of loving our nests!
Have you noticed that when (if) you visit people or friends with a new/big/fancy/modern home you are invited to take a tour? Most everyone is nodding yes.
But when you visit a normal/small/cute/quaint home you are never offered a tour? Now everyone is thinking “you’re right”.
What’s up with that!?
Shouldn’t the home dwellers of all shapes and sizes take pride in their house? I don’t care if you live in a teeny tiny teepee or a ginormous McMansion, I want a tour!
I must admit that I live in a nice house with plenty of space, but it didn’t always used to be that way. Our house was a 1940’s box of stucco when we bought it. Perfectly square rooms filled in the perfectly square outline. I could stand in the epicenter and with my index finger pointing out, make a pirouette on one foot while giving a complete tour of the house. Voilà!
We’ve added on, so now the ballet dance tour involves multiple flights of stairs and little rooms scattered amiss. A few unconventions abound, but this bird loves her nest!
I appreciate small spaces! One of the qualities I admire in people who live in small homes is their ability to create a modus operandi, a system that works. (OK, I actually don’t speak Latin and I don’t know if this is the proper term, but you get the gist.) You have to keep dishes in the fridge? That works for me. Children sleep in cupboards? Cool. (Joking.)
When our house was tiny, the first room you entered was a combination living room/dining room. The Christmas tree wouldn’t fit, so we put it in the next room which later became my daughter’s bedroom. We had our first Christmas meal in that bedroom, which remains a great memory for me. My parents and friends came for the celebration, and no one complained about the setting. It was a joyous occasion.
So, my friends, love your nest. Take me on a tour. Sing your song “I love my house. I love my nest. In all the world my nest is best.”