Thursday, September 30, 2021

Thoughts on Nesting

As a girl grows toward womanhood, her natural nesting instinct starts to kick in. She dreams of having her own home, arranged the way she wants it. She fills her childhood bedroom with objects she loves, in the colors she prefers, that belong to no one else in the family.

When she leaves her parents' home, she is excited about having her own place. She is immediately confronted with the limitations of space, money, and the wishes of others: a husband, roommates, and/or landlords. Very well, she says, I will work within my limitations to personalize this place and make it my own. Gotta get creative!

She may not realize it even then, but the nesting instinct comes from way back, and is present in many animal species, in that they are driven to craft the perfect place to raise children. For many women, that time comes eventually, and she works her butt off to keep everything under control. She may have to hold down a job or two to keep it going. She will have to relinquish some control of the shared space to her partner, and eventually to her children. But she does her best to keep the nest as well as she can. Still, chores like deep cleaning and control of unnecessary inventory are a lower priority than Junior's grades or keeping her job.  

Children grow up. Spouses leave or die, or if they don't, you come to an understanding about your shared space. But the nesting instinct doesn't go away. When the last child moves out and she can catch her breath, she realizes that now, finally, she can have a home as clean and tasteful as her grandmother's, but with her own taste.

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I am at that stage now, and getting there not as easy as you might think. Of course, I am 20 years overdue, since I became a mother later in life, and moving furniture alone isn't quite the same when you're in your 60s. I've waited a long time to begin gracious living.

It was shocking to find out how much "stuff" I have. Over the years, we routinely held yard sales, gave away extra things, and tossed out tons of unnecessary inventory, but there's so much left. I admit that I quit getting rid of furniture and dishes for a few years in the hopes that the kids could take them when they moved out, but they took very little. Yeah, it's better to travel light when you're young, but anything you can take is something you don't have to buy, I told them. Yet they left most of it.

Then there's the fact that my last husband collected tools and building supplies (and vehicles, but I've already taken care of those). It was handy when there was someone here who knew how to use all that stuff. Now I need to assess every item to consider the odds that it might ever be useful to me.

Trying to organize things only uncovered more things. For example, I was proud of myself for selling an entire set of luggage and a few duffle bags. I gave a box full of backpacks to the local school. Then I eventually found five more suitcases on wheels and three more backpacks. This, after the kids took theirs when they moved out. I went through a rarely-used closet and found two aquariums and three sewing machines I had forgotten about.

Then there's the cleaning. I had stacked boxes of yard sale items in the stairwell for a couple of years. After the yard sale, it looked empty enough (it wasn't), so I decided to clean it. Do you know how dirty a piano can get in twenty years? Scratch that, I've only owned that piano for twenty years, but it probably hasn't been cleaned in its 117-year history. Cleaning the piano made me realize how dirty the chifforobe is, and cleaning that got me seeing the remnants of spiderwebs in every hard-to-reach corner of the twenty-foot stairwell. I started this room thinking that I would mop the floor and be done with it, but now it's turned into a weeks-long process. And every room in the house is the same way.

Then there's the outside. I love gardening, but I don't need a vegetable garden for one person, and the soil needs a rest anyway. While I don't want more lawn to mow, I need erosion control because this place is right on the riverbank. My plan is to plant more trees and expand the flower gardens, but it's slow going.

And the house itself needs some TLC. The deck is falling apart. Should I replace it, or use that space for something else? Either way, it will have to wait until I can afford to hire a crew, and I'll have to do something with all that junk stored underneath it. Besides, it's just the largest and most visible problem. There are other priorities like getting rid of the bats and replacing the broken storm door and having that light fixed... the list is really too long to think about.

Yeah, this all makes me sound like a horrible housekeeper, and yes, I am. Since I moved into this house, I've been busy raising and supporting a family, then launching my kids into the world, then dealing with a second widowhood, then caring for my mother, all while holding down a job or two. I'm certainly not alone in that.

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A story I've told before sums this up. As a kid, I wondered why grandma's house was always so clean and in good repair, while ours wasn't. Mom only got annoyed when I asked. When I had kids, they asked me the same thing, because by then my mother's home was perfect. And I understood her annoyance from all those years ago.  

This essay has enabled me to put off mopping the stairwell for an hour now, so it has served its purpose.

9 comments:

  1. You are telling my life with your words.

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  2. This resonates.

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  3. It seems like there is always things we put off "until we have more time"... and usually it is for the reasons you listed so eloquently above. Family, children, and life gets in the way. It sounds like you have had a full life so far, Miss C- may now you find the time (and resources) to do more of what you want to do, not necessarily what society feels you need to do.

    Definitely do not feel bad about that.
    Take care, Miss C-

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  4. I've recently spent several months emptying my parents' home after my dad passed away. It was a dreadful job, and has made me realise I need to get rid of a lot of "stuff" I have in my own home.

    All the best for this new phase of making-over your home to suit yourself.

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  5. I am sorry about your dad, Vireya. I must admit that taking stock of all my mother's stuff since she went into a nursing home is on my mind, too.

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  6. I found Marie Kondo's Netflix series really helpful for clearing out my stuff. It's so simple and she's so sensitive to people's desires to hold on to meaningful objects. You don't have to go the whole Kondo but just taking away one or two tips can make such a difference.

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  7. Hi. This is Amy formally from Zuni. I am in awe of you and the family you have raised. Both my girls moved out this summer. I wasn’t prepared for that but at 19 and 21 they were ready. Both are still here in Albuquerque and continue to check on me. They did leave me with a houseful of animals. At 71 I continue teach full time because I can’t even face all the things that I have accumulated. That goes for my classroom too. And in another state there is a barn full of all the things my mother and sister left behind when they died. I do not want to do that to my girls. I sometimes wonder what happened with all the folks from the old yahoo adoption group but since I don’t do social media I have lost track. Anyway thank you for the smiles and wonderment you bring with your blog. I hope you continue for a long long time.

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  8. Good to hear from you, Amy! The gang still meets in a Facebook group. Email me for details.

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  9. Miss C, when the girls moved out they could travel light because anything they might need down the road was safe at Mom's house. LoL

    I've found myself trying to give things away but since the people I know are also old codgers they don't want anything. Another hurtle or blessing depending how I look at it, as my property becomes more cluttered and need of sprucing up, the less I care about impressing anyone. If I'm not tripping over it to hell with it.

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