Keeping Up Appearances

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When my husband and I sold our first home, I was excited. I had enough HGTV shows in me to be able to declutter and depersonalize my house, all while still making it feel warm and inviting. Our realtor was so impressed she took pictures to show future clients. The next time we put a house on the market and had to do the same I was prepared, or so I thought. Somehow, depersonalizing and staging your home when you are on a third floor walkup in the city with three kids four and under is an entirely new thing.

We emptied the rooms from toys and left mostly books and puzzles. Gone were the photos and pictures brought home from preschool on the refrigerator and there was to be nothing on the kitchen counters. Furniture was rearranged just so and beds had to be made every morning, no matter what was going on, because you never know when you might get a showing. The idea of a showing was all motivating. I felt it was my job, as the stay-at-home parent, to make sure that at any moment our realtor could stop by with a potential buyer and we would be ready.

It took over a year for us to leave the condo and in that time I managed to succeed in keeping up appearances. Know what I learned? Keeping up appearances is exhausting.

I love having people over. I feel alive when I can pour a cup of coffee, or heat water in a tea kettle for a friend. Kneading dough for fresh baked bread to share makes me feel closer to Jesus and passing out a throw blanket to someone as they curl up on my couch and talk is what I’m made to do. But that appearance thing is always in the back of my head. It whispers to me that simple hospitality isn’t enough. It tells me my friends are consumers who will decide on my worth based on my home’s appearance.

I don’t want people to see my mess. Whether it is my kitchen floor that is dirty from the snow and salt being tracked in and out each day or the way my girls will yell at each other when they are tired or hungry, I don’t want people to see it. I’d prefer they look in with the correct Instagram filter and see my kids getting along in a house that is clean and full of flowers, lit candles, and trays of warm cookies fresh out of the oven with the sun streaming through the windows just so. And while those moments exist, they are just that, moments. They float throughout the day landing on us much the way dandelion fuzz is carried on a summer breeze. We have glimmers of magic where all seems right in the world, and we have hours of struggle when dinner is being prepared and pianos are being practiced and homework is being completed.

I recently turned forty and with that seemingly important milestone came something new. I see the burden that keeping up appearances is. I see the burden it places on not just me but on those around me. I see the masks we wear for what they are.

We are all just stumbling together.

There’s a quote from Rumi that says, “Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.” I’m ready to dig deeper. So come with me, even if it’s messy. Even if you see the parts that aren’t so lovely. I’m not going to spend the next forty years of my life worried about what others might be thinking.  I want to focus on the things and the people I love.

So come over. Have a cup of coffee or tea and a slice of fresh bread. It will still be here, but don’t be surprised if I haven’t swept up the flour that spilled over the mixer or if there are coffee grounds still in the sink. And maybe, even though my kitchen counters aren’t gleaming, we can still share one of those moments where all is right in the world.

Brenna D'Ambrosio

Brenna D'Ambrosio

I believe in finding and celebrating the breath of God in the every day, and that sometimes a gentle, simple group of words is the best way to reflect the complex and bold beauty of the world. I believe in the fierce. I believe in a generation of girls and women finding their voice. A generation who are the heroes of their own story, who fight their own battles, and slay their own dragons.
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