I always thought it was a hallway.
The kind you walk down.
You’ve heard of hallways before…..right?
They are a staple in most homes.
Traditionally people have used them to get from point A to point B.
But even though you might think this looks like a hallway.
And talks like a hallway.
And walks like a hallway.
At least not yesterday.
Because yesterday for one brief shining moment…it was a training ground for the next gold medal gymnastics champion……
The two future Nadia’s of the competitive world of gymnastics decided that hallway was the perfect place to practice.
Practice their back bends.
And one-handed cart-wheels.
Actually…..I heard it before I saw it.
The one-handed cart-wheel that came crashing down.
It sounded terrible.
Kind of like when Teresa from the New Jersey Housewives couldn’t believe that Danielle had written that book a long time ago that they were all talking about in the beauty shop and when Danielle dared to pull out the book Teresa wasn’t going to take it for one more second and she stood up and flipped the table and the dishes went sailing everywhere and it sounded like an earth shattering crash and Carolyn and Dena were just standing there open-mouthed because they were in complete and utter disbelief that Teresa was secretly a table flipper.
It was louder than that.
And left this behind.
Big and dark and scuffy.
I was torn between relief that my gymnast was smiling and unhurt and irritation that I had a mark the size of a small European nation on my wall.
Then I paused…..and took a deep breath and stared.
And thought of the future.
When my house will be clean and neat and completely without scuffs or scrapes or spots.
And I will long for the days when laughter and cheers and singing rang through the house.
Long for those gymnasts to run and dance and twirl through the hallways.
And as I reached out to hug my tiny little smiling unhurt one-handed cart-wheeler….turned scuff-creator….
I was so happy at that moment.
Happy that this home was made for living.
Happy that hallways were made for walking and talking and dancing and twirling and even….one-handed cartwheels.
And filled with overwhelming joy that there’s never been a mark or a scuff….
…..a little magic eraser and a lot of elbow grease couldn’t take care of