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Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Our Child, Our House

We have no children, at least ones that don't have ginger fur and a vocabulary of two words - meooow and mrrrp. But I've noticed our house has begun to fill the place children take up in parents' lives. It's the thing we talk about even when we "get away" for dinner, the thing we make plans for and commit to, the thing we see the unique potential in, the thing we hope we can mold into something special.

I may as well confess we've been trying unsuccessfully to have a baby for a year. I don't want to get into all the details because I'm finally weary of discussing it. My point is the more it seems like we'll have to learn voodoo magic to have a baby, the more I think about what it would be like if we waited a good long while before we started up the fertility dance and/or adoption paperwork.

We moved into our house three months ago tomorrow. Since the house is our child now, it feels almost too soon to have another. As if it would be like my grandmother with her stairstep children, all too close together to get the right kind of love from her.

Of course, tomorrow is another day, as our dear Scarlett O'Hara would say. I could change my mind.


Anonymous said...

I know what you mean - I've been talking about my house like a giddy schoolgirl ever since the first walkthrough, almost 4 months ago. But I treat the house less like a child, more like the ultimate crush. I fantasize about it all day and night, dreaming up all sorts of ways to make it "mine".

Sorry to hear about your problems conceiving. I bet the stress of moving (and the work that goes along with it) are not helping - maybe once life slows down a bit you'll have more luck. Till then, you can work on making your house perfect for your future kids ;)

~Mindy (www.onesmallspark.com/home/)

1:16 PM  
Kristin said...

Stress? What stress? Ha ha. I can create my own stress in any situation.

A schoolgirl crush ... that's a good way of describing it, too. Just as I once doodled my middle school crush's initials intwined with my own, now I doodle my bathroom.

2:52 PM  

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