If These Walls Could Talk


You know how some people name their cars? Herbie. Stella. Norman. (People do that, right? It’s not just that I surround myself with weirdos?) Well, anyway, I never did. A car was a car and I never once thought any of mine deserved names. Perhaps “Asshole” when my Jetta wouldn’t start on a particular ninety degree day in 1999, but that was about it. My houses, on the other hand, are an entirely different story. While I may not actually name them, I definitely personify them.

We’ve lived in the sexy, hot young apartment back in the day when we were a “double income, no kids” couple. We lived in the creepy house whose walls actually bled, and we couldn’t move out of fast enough. We lived in the sweet, pretty little house where we welcomed our first child, and we lived in the lame cookie cutter house where we couldn’t have fit in any less.

Currently, we live in a hundred-plus year house which we bought from a couple in their seventies. They raised their children here and stayed, long after the kids grew up and moved out. The boys’ rooms had been transitioned into home offices and sewing rooms, and the jungle gym in the yard was covered in rust and ivy. Family portraits of milestones past lined the walls, but the noise of family had long ago left these halls.  It was a peaceful house. Tranquil. Dignified. Peaceful.

Until we came along.

Please don’t let it be them, please don’t let it be them, please don’t let it be them, I could almost hear the house pray as my family toured it weekend after weekend. While others quietly walked around observing,  my kids bolted from room to room, deciding which would be theirs and plotting out the very best spots for hiding and seeking. The house practically pushed us out the front door with what seemed to be wind, but I knew better.

Once we excitedly signed the papers, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt — poor house had no idea what was about to hit her.

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!? She inaudibly screamed as we turned our brand new keys in the door. THOSE people?!

Indeed. Poor house.

What did I do to deserve this? I imagine her sighing as the kids mount the banisters and slide down them. Are you serious?!! She cries as the door slams shut for the hundredth time in a single day. She rolls her eyes at the front yard, littered with cheap plastic toys and balls in every shape and size. She weeps as her graceful hallways are used for games of freeze tag and wrestling and I can almost feel the house vibrating as she shakes her head over the noise and chaos. Her walls are now in dire need of touch-ups, thanks to grubby fingers and her floors are constantly covered in mystery goo. She’s taken a beating, this house.

But, someday, when the noise isn’t quite so loud and the days aren’t quite so chaotic, I imagine her missing it. The noise and craziness is what makes the house a home, much as it drives her crazy. Deep down, I think she loves it.

Or, perhaps I’m just projecting.

That’s a remote possibility.


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    Carrie says

    I’d be willing to bet that shaking is her laughing.

    Cause goodness knows this new family she originally dreaded moving in, is a powerhouse of laughter and love.

    I bet she’s missed all the chaos.

    If nothing else, she’s GOT to be enjoying all the entertainment!

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    Arnebya says

    I think she’s laughing and giving clues to seekers on where to find the hiders. I think the houses love when kids are loud and fun (not so much the writers on walls with permanent markers, though, no).

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    Julie McGuire says

    My house used to love us, now I think she’s embarrassed, tired and worn out. The repairs are coming all to frequently, the weeds in the back are getting out of control and a paint job is in our future. I think our house feels like the rest of the neighborhood is having a party and she wasn’t invited. I’m sure your house is filled with laughter. That’s the best kind of house to have!

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    Sweety Darlin says

    Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe the house said…..

    I have loved a family with all my floors and walls, and have protected them through their lives, and my family needs to move on. I have so many more years to love another family and protect them from rain. I want a family that I can love again.

    Maybe your house isn’t the old curmudgeon grand paw, maybe your house is the loving baking grandmother type that loves on all the kids in the neighborhood.

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    Life with Kaishon says

    Ha Ha HA : ) I think our house was not too happy about us moving in too! We were the first ones to ever live there, but I could hear the new construction screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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    Heidi Ehle says

    We currently live in the house that my mother bought when I started the 3rd grade. My parents have not lived in this house for many years; it was a rental before I moved in..just my son and I. It was never a noisy household when I lived here before, as it was just my mother and I here for many years. Now it is filled to overflowing with the trappings of two boys and their maddening rough housing with each other and plenty of pink baby toys…..
    I often wonder as well what the house, and the former occupants who built it, raised their children and died within its walls, think of the chaos which now fills its formerly sedate and peaceful walls. But I have to think that it revels in the laughter of its resident children. And that makes me happy………..

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    Johanna says

    We live in 100+ year old house too and every time my kids swing on the bannister, stuff themselves into the dumbwaiter and slam our gorgeous front door I whisper to myself. “it’s survived other people’s kids, it will survive mine too!”

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    Katy @ Experienced Bad Mom says

    Your house is like us moms. Loves it sometimes, wishes it would go away other times, and will probably miss it like crazy when it’s all gone and quiet again.

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    Cam | Bibs & Baubles says

    I’m sure our house we very happy until we started pro-creating. It was brand new and now there are crayon marks on the wall and all that comes with a toddler taking over. I’m sure she’s plotting revenge as we prepare to welcome baby number two. :)

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    MomEinstein says

    I bet the old house loves having young kids around again. Especially since it had been so long since children lived there. I picture her kind of like a grandma, happy to have noise in the hallways and contentedly watching the kids sleep at night. Remembering the last batch of kids that lived there.

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