Our daughter hemmed and hawed and finally said, “Ummm, I don’t think so.”
Then my husband laughed and said, “Nooooo,” with a “isn’t that cute” expression.
Then I chimed in and said, “Well, sort of.”
It prompted quite the dinner conversaton that evening.
You see, we don’t exactly live in a mansion. In fact, we live in a small home that I’ve always felt the need to apologize for. Afterall, when someone is successful, don’t they have a large home? (Oh boy, don’t even get me started on the psychological and ego-centric components of judging a person by their assets.) Well, I do consider our family successful, I just have a different definition of what that means: we live comfortably, eat well, give to causes and organizations, live our values (for the most part), and steadily and perseveringly are making decisions that will help us live our dreams both today and tomorrow.
Perhaps, to this little girl, our home seemed mansion-like. That experience reminded me that I should not apologize for our little home. Not only because what we have could be comparatively greater than what others may have, but because, just like my all-time favorite TV show, Little House On The Prairie, it doesn’t matter where you live, but how you live.