There have been times when I have wished to replace you. I even went so far as to look for a new one in one of my weaker moments. I thought how wonderful it would be to have a table that didn’t creak and moan like an old woman’s back. I wondered what it would be like to have a table with a smooth unmarred surface. I delighted in the thought of having a table with matching chairs. But as I began to look around at the new and shiny tables, my eyes where opened to the treasure I had sitting in my dining room.
You, dear table, are full of memories. Your top was secured by my children’s grandfather. I have no idea where your legs came from, but they were attached and fit just fine. They even look like they were made to match. My children’s father, grandparent’s and Aunt’s sat around you for many meals. And remnant’s of homework done are carved into your surface.
Now you belong to us. You are well loved and well used. Every meal of every day is eaten upon your sturdy surface. Many conversations have been started and finished in your presence. You are a central part in our school days. Hours upon hours of school work has been done and is being done in the school books for which you provide a resting place. Your surface bears the marks of a myriad pencil marks and punctures. Many a craft project, complete with glue, markers and paint have stained your surface temporarily. But creativity has been born there.
You see, you aren’t so fancy and pristine that you can’t be used for all the projects and duties this family has to do. If you get scratched or dinged, oh well. It is one more mark to add to your character. If I had foolishly insisted on a brand new table, it is likely I would have bemoaned the scratches that would have inevitably marred an expensive table. But, with you I am free to live and let my children be children.
Memories. That’s what you invoke. Each mark. Each stain. These bring forth those “remember when” stories and bind this family even closer together. Even though you bear many imperfections, you hold immeasurable beauty to this family.
So, thank you for your imperfections. They make you unique and they make you ours.