I came home for the weekend and saw my parent’s new kitchen table. It’s a high top wood table with a dark stain and comfortable bar stools surround it. This was the final sep of their kitchen makeover which began earlier this year. This t’s the same hight as the new island so that, theoretically, the tables could be connected to fit 10 for a big family dinner.
This new table replaced the table that was in our home since before I was born. That table was ugly — it had dents on the legs from ramming toys into it, pencil scars on the surface from countless hours of homework, and scratched off gloss from intrigued children. The light wood has faded and the chipped blue paint of the legs has been covered a few times with chipped black paint. It was ugly but broken in. From happy hours to family dinner, discussions about college and card games, this table was m favorite feature of our house. It was the cornerstone of our family.
I voiced my disapproval of change many times. I’ve also voiced my dislike for the new table (I don’t like the style). But my parents understood, so they saved our original table for me. It’s in the attic, waiting for me to find a good use for it. I have some ideas…Stay tuned.
I guess I’ll have to give the new table a try. It’s healthy to force yourself to change when you don’t want to. Acceptance of what is sounds like a pretty good discipline to practice.