Many good ideas are born around a kitchen table. That’s the sacred place of home where we bond, confide and bounce ideas off each other.
Our own kitchen table had had its fair share of sticky fingers and all the myriad activity that goes along with school projects and growing up. After eleven years it certainly looked worn and my husband suggested it was probably time to look for a new one. To me this table was like an old friend and I was reluctant to say goodbye just yet.
As we sat around one day, about a year and half after my surgery, a thought popped into my head and I couldn’t resist entertaining it, even though it seemed rather far-fetched. I was contemplating bringing this table back to life, rather than getting rid of it, and as I shared my thought, everyone gazed at me quite startled. They were rather skeptical of my idea and the thought of me sanding, polishing and varnishing simply did not seem to be worth the effort at all.
I however, was undeterred. As a child I had witnessed my dad dabbling in a lot of carpentry as a hobby and had been privy to the satisfaction he seemed to derive from his various projects. I could feel the stirring of a similar desire in me and I simply had to follow my inspiration.
In a way, I understood the reluctance my husband and boys felt. I was riding on the heels of my dad’s passion, while they were not. Their path of least resistance was to go out and buy a new table, but mine was to test my own creativity and see whether I could bring my dream to reality—singlehandedly, in every sense of the word. I would need to do everything with my left hand!
It took me nearly two weeks to sand the table to my satisfaction, but I was pleased with my effort. A lot of the initial skepticism my family had had, was quickly fading away as the kitchen counter became our temporary watering hole. I did encounter a few glitches with applying the stain and the epoxy layer but I managed to sort them out, learning a lot through the experience.
My ‘new’ table was a perfect reflection of the thrill I felt at accomplishing quite ably, everything I had set out to do. Unfortunately the chairs now stood out awkwardly, so I had to sand and varnish them as well. This of course took a couple more weeks, but slowly and steadily I worked my way through all of them.
And finally, our kitchen table was recommissioned, happy in its new attire. For me the satisfaction was worth all the time and effort. More than that, the table stands as a tribute to my dad, who had subconsciously sown the seeds of passion and patience in me all those years ago.
And while it’s certainly true that many good ideas are born around a kitchen table, I daresay (tongue-in-cheek of course) that this table was born around a good idea!
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