Yep – this happened a few weeks ago.
I think I am still in shock that I would ever have a home I would be proud of. Being a single mom of three boys isn’t easy. Every morning I wake up I wonder if it was all a dream. A happy home. A home where there is enough room for my boys to play. A kitchen with more than 18″ of counter space to make lunches on. Enough bedrooms for each of my kids. A neighborhood where I feel safe. Finally a home that reflects the kind of family I want to be.
There is a sense of sadness in being a home owner on my own … I’m alone. I never dreamed of owning a home by myself. I never wanted to bare the responsibility only on my shoulders. It sort of made me stare at myself in the mirror and be honest with the fact that I am single. Which hurt. It sucks to be honest with the truth that someone who was supposed to love you forever, really didn’t love you at all.
I have received so much help over the past few weeks – it’s hard to know where to start in thanking them. I like to think of myself as a handy girl – and if not handy at least, resourceful. But dang there is so much to learn and I’d be lost without my loved ones, especially my dad. I did successful learn how to lay commercial grade tile in my laundry room and how to re-stain and varnish my window sils. I also learned how quickly a dishwasher can flood my kitchen floor. My dear family friends and family were at my house until almost midnight, every night, for almost a week – painting, cleaning, unpacking and making my house a home. I’d be lost without them … or buried under unpacked boxes.
So yes, I wake up every morning thinking that it couldn’t possibly be true that a dream became a reality. I am reminded of how much I still have to learn every corner I turn. And I am starting to wonder if there will ever be a night without a house project!
I am so blessed. Dreams really do come true and girls really can know how to use power tools!