Dear kids. Just so you know, we are living in our little house mainly because of one feature Mummy will never part with.
The window in our front door.
Yes, we have a teal green laminate kitchen (and yes, Mummy hates it). Yes, we have cork floor in the kitchen too, and in the bathrooms. Yes, there is crayon and texta on the walls (thanks to your boundless creativity).
Yes, our loos have crappy plastic cisterns. Those plaster cracks in the lounge room are getting bigger, the back fence is close to falling down, and the carport is sagging on one side.
It sounds like we need to find a new house, does it?
Ah. But hang on, kids. No new house would have our special front window.
Before you were born, Mummy & Daddy looked at our house when it was for sale. The front yard was so overgrown, the estate agent took us around to the back door to let us in. “No-one uses the front door – you can’t get in past the palm tree!” he laughed. At this point, we weren’t very impressed.
But we took a look inside. It was a sunny afternoon that day, and as I walked up the hall, I noticed different colours being reflected on the floor. I looked up and saw a beautiful leadlight window in the front door. The sun was shining through it – there were so many wonderful colours. And the detail! I could make out trees, a path, a house in that one window.
Mummy thought it was the most beautiful window she’d ever seen.
And that’s when Mummy instinctively knew, this was meant to be our place.
(Teal green kitchen aside.)
‘Cause eventually, we’ll get a new kitchen. We can get new loos. The plaster on the wall can be fixed.
But this kind of window? It tells a story, and it represents the people who built our house 88 years ago.
You can’t buy that anywhere.
On sunny days, sometimes I see one of you look up at the window and marvel at the different colours…just like I did, five years ago now.
And I’m reminded again that, despite all its flaws, our little home was meant to be.
Love, Mumma x
(Readers…what’s your favourite bit of home?)