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I was driving the other day and passed by an old elementary school friend's house. It struck me just how small that house was, maybe 650 sq ft, one floor. I vaguely remember a tiny eat in kitchen and little living room.
It wasn't a judgemental thought. It was the reality of it. You see, I had just assumed as a child that she was so lucky and her parents must have had so much money because they went to Florida every year or two and she got to do all these really fun things that I didn't.
But I'm assuming they didn't have all that much money. Who does?
They just knew where to put it. They chose to go on fun vacations instead of building that addition. They chose to spend time with her, and build that relationship with her, and to give her experiences instead of things.
After all children are only children for so long. Will they remember living in that tiny house? Or will they remember the time you spent with them and the experiences you gave them? What are your favorite memories as a child?
{One of my favorites is being wrapped up in a massive bath towel after my bath and being carried to my room with lots of cuddles and laughter.}
The things that are so big and important to us don't really matter to children it seems.
