Why I Think I’d Be Fine With the ‘Before’

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There’s something endlessly fascinating about flipping through home renovation shows on HGTV. I could watch transformations unfold for hours, captivated by the journey from the “before” stage to the stunning “after.” The magic of turning a tired space into something fresh and inviting is truly inspiring. I find myself staring at my own outdated bathroom, dreaming of the day a crew might come to my house to swap out my old Formica vanity and dingy tiles.

I often imagine how, once the kids have flown the nest, we could invest in making our charming little 1970s ranch home shine—new couches, fresh paint, and maybe even a crumb-free kitchen. But then my mind wanders. Would I really want to paint over the scuff marks left by backpacks or the little handprints on the walls? Those marks tell stories of our busy family life, reminders of the chaos and joy that children bring.

What about the cherished treehouse and swing set? Would I have the heart to dismantle them, leaving behind empty spaces that once echoed with laughter? It’s easy to see why parting with toys like the Big Wheel and bubble mowers is tough—they symbolize simpler times that are hard to let go of.

And those little articles of clothing—the capes, the costumes, those first backpacks that were comically oversized? They hold memories of our kids growing up, and I wonder if I could ever truly part with them. Even the thought of getting rid of that massive train table seems bittersweet; it was a hub of imagination and play.

As toys gradually transition to video game controllers, I know those will collect dust too. I might even hesitate to fill in the holes on the mantle from where we hung Christmas stockings or toss out the beloved lopsided tree that held our homemade ornaments. Can I really decorate a tree that doesn’t lean?

Will I look at juice-stained couch cushions with nostalgia, or will they just remind me of the wild playtimes? The little hole in the wall from a wrestling match—should I patch that up or leave it as a memory? And what about that ceiling stain from our syrup-making adventure?

As silence replaces the joyful noise of children playing, will I crave that chaos again? I wouldn’t say no if a renovation crew knocked on my door offering a free kitchen and bathroom makeover, but even without that, I think I’d be content living among all the “before”—the reminders of a lively family life.

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In summary, while the idea of home renovations is appealing, the memories tied to our current state hold a special place in my heart. I may find joy in the chaos of the “before,” reflecting on the love and laughter that filled our home.