A Solid Foundation
April 30th, 2008You know those housing developments that seem to go up in way less time than it seems like it should have taken. The ones that are bound to be made of material somewhat resembling some type of paper mache instead of good old solid sheetrock. It happened to me once. sort of. I tried to wash my great dane in my brand spanking new apartments fancy bathtub. On the way out of the tub she crashed straight through the siding of the tub. gaping hole. Apparently the apartment knew the crappy construction they were dealing with. I got my entire deposit back. Relationships can be a bit like crappy construction.
Too much of the time a relationship takes off. Fireworks light up the sky. Butterflies fill the chicks tummys. It’s like moving into a fancy new apartment or a house. You start to unpack. Get the furniture arranged in just the right spots. And then the pictures get hung up on the wall. And before you know it each room is completed in it’s on way. It’s that way that looks like everything has it’s place. Where there is a comfortability because to the outside it seems to fit. The photos all show you having a good time. The wall paint matches the decor of the couch and the new rug.
At some point things start to change. What was once new construction begins to fade and what’s called settling occurs. As this settling occurs what you are left with is the truth behind the fasad. All good construction has one very important thing in common. A solid foundation. No relationship can survive without it. You can have the best looking rooms with the best pictures, fanciest furniture, and color coordination, but as time wears on without a solid foundation eventually the walls start to crack and the house starts to sink.
A solid foundation to any relationship is a friendship. It’s the kind of friendship where you know you want to grow old with the other person. The one where you can’t picture that person not being in your life. It’s the type of foundation where no matter how far apart at different times two people get within minutes no time has passed.
The last few years as i went from owning a house in a marriage to owning a house as a single girl in her thirties i learned alot about myself. Moving into my own home after living in one with someone else that felt so foundation-less wasn’t easy. I spent alot of time making each room look like it was okay. Like somehow that meant that i was okay. At the same time i couldn’t be in those rooms, or i wouldn’t allow myself to accept those rooms. They didn’t feel right. What i have come to see and learn about myself is that the reason why those rooms didn’t feel right was because i still lacked a solid foundation of my own. I had to learn to exist on my own, without the fancy furniture, color coordiated walls, and new rug before i could trust that this time the foundation wasn’t going to sink. I had to learn what went into the foundation. I had to learn how to mix the concrete, pour it out, level it, and let it dry.
Through that process i’ve gained alot. I’m no longer waiting on the quicksand underneath my feet, which fueled alot of fear. On the other side of fear is his devious evil brother control. Neither are ingredients to pour homogenous concrete. It’s with my own foundation that i feel solid. I’m solid alone with the walls of my home. I’m also solid in what i have to offer a relationship. I come with my own foundation for a change.