Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Longing for a room she can call her own
We put the house on the market in October, just before my daughter was born, in the hope we would have sold and be out in around 6 months. Everything was going according to plan, until our buyer decided to pull out at the last minute. She had got nervous as she was a first time buyer and wasn’t from this country originally, so everything was different and she felt too far from home. This left us in a very tricky situation as we had fallen in love with our dream house.
We may still be able to buy the house of our dreams – which incidentally, to everyone else is a bog standard house on a bog standard estate in reach of nice schools, but to us, it has potential and is somewhere we can see us staying for the rest of our days, but my main disappointment when we lost our buyer was that I couldn’t do a nursery for my little girl.
I realise this is more for me than her, as she doesn’t give a hoot where she sleeps at the moment and having her own room is not on her list of priorities, but it’s high on mine. I feel a bit cheated that I wasn’t able to do it before she was born, and now that I have got my hopes up of a new house and, in my mind, have decorated it, I want to give my daughter a space of her own, I want to put up her big cot instead of the travel cot she’s using now, I want to put up the bunting with her name on that my friend made for her, I want to put the wardrobe that was her great grandfathers but is now a shabby chic wardrobe fit for a princess and the toy box that sits and waits and my parents house that my great grandfather made. It’s all there it just needs a room to put it in and I am getting more impatient by the day to put it all together.
I know it might sound silly, but this is the one thing that in my dreams I wanted to do, I wanted to be the mum who had the nursery all ready, with a chair in the corner where I would feed her during the night but I guess I’ll just have to wait for my dream and it will be in a bit of a topsy turvy order but one day she will have a room to call her own.
Has anyone else had a dream for them or their child that hasn’t quite gone according to plan?
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