When our fruit trees start budding and I hear the bees buzzing around the blooming lavender, I get in the mood to redecorate for Spring. One of my favorite Spring quotes is the definition for “nest” I found on a pillow at Potterybarn. I couldn’t afford the pillow, so Joey made me a wooden sign and I painted the quote. “Nest (n); a place of retreat, lodging or rest; home”. That is the definition that I want our home to always be; a place of retreat and rest. A place that brings joy and peace.
So every Spring, when the bluebirds come back home, I re-fluff and freshen our “nest” by adding touches of Spring around the house; fresh flowers, potted herbs, nests and bunnies, quotes about hope in a risen Savior…
The kids and I read a book called The Bluebirds & Their Neighbors every Spring. In this book, the author talks about how different birds create different types of nests. An Instagram friend recommended a cute little book that I just bought called, You Nest Here With Me. I can’t wait to read it!
So often I find myself comparing my home and decorating with someone else… and find myself lacking. But what if I viewed myself as my own species of bird, creating my own little unique nest for our little family? As a mother, I need only create an atmosphere of retreat and rest, of safety… whether I decorate or not.
Before you think that my house is always this clean, remember that I have four children and it is rarely this picked up. This is what it normally looks like.
Here’s a picture of our little birds creating their own type of nest, actually they were lions creating a den.
This led to a science lesson for the kids and me on the different nests that birds build. We found that some birds don’t even build nests; but instead lay their eggs on bare branches or even in the sand.
So if you are a mother who does not enjoy fluffing her nest, take heart. If decorating is not something you enjoy doing, you don’t have to do it. Let’s take a lesson from the birds and remember that our “nest”, or our lack of one, should be unique to our family alone.
“Where thou art, that is home” Emily Dickinson.
So happy re-fluffing… or not.