It’s Just Stuff, but It’s Okay to Cry

It’s Just Stuff, but It’s Okay to Cry

Baton Rouge is starting to get back into our homes to assess damage, salvage anything still usable, and begin to gut and clean. Pictures of rooms with shifted and toppled furniture and soggy sheet rock are starting to fill my personal Facebook newsfeed. Captions to these pictures are mostly some version of “It’s just stuff, we’re okay, we’re together, we’re thankful.” Yes, it’s just stuff, and most stuff can be replaced, but so much of it has value far beyond what money can buy.

It's Just Stuff, but It's Okay to Cry

Our homes are more than dwelling places. We arrange and decorate and build to reflect who we are and what we value. Our homes are where we bring our babies home and rock them in the same rocking chairs our mothers used to rock us. Those babies then grow to take their first steps across our living room rugs. It’s where we prepare meals and serve them on dishes that were gifted to us by our best friends at our wedding showers. On weekends, it’s where we cuddle with our families to watch movies under the quilts our grandmothers carefully and lovingly stitched. In our yards are gardens that we planted with our own hands, dirt under our fingernails, and nurtured to create beautiful outdoor spaces for our families. And in hidden spots around our homes, it’s where we mark the growth of our children with rulers and pens.

If the flood washed this away from you, it’s okay to feel sad. You are not selfish or materialistic if you mourn the loss of your wedding album, your children’s baby books, the painted masterpiece from your niece, your favorite pair of oh so comfy but super cute shoes. The hand-me-down piano and your child’s first lovey are important. Yes, human life is far more valuable. You can be thankful to have your family altogether, healthy, and safe while simultaneously feeling sad about the personal and sentimental possessions you lost. Baton Rouge, we say “it’s just stuff,” but don’t be ashamed to cry.

Slightly unconventional and always willing to listen, learn, and grow, Sara is a teacher turned homeschooling mama to two daughters ages 7 and 4. Her beloved husband of ten years is a nurse, and together they are raising their girls (along with four hens and a garden of somewhat organic veggies) smack dab in the middle of their home city of Zachary. They are passionate about Jesus, each other, their daughters, alternative education, and healthful (and tasteful) eating – in that order. Sara’s first goal of homeschooling is to cultivate a love of learning and curiosity. Sometimes this looks like taking a break from the math book and studying entomology in the backyard instead! (Don’t worry, the girls are on par in math!) Day to day, she strives to give her daughters a healthy world view by teaching them to serve others with love and compassion and to live a life of contentment and gratitude.

4 COMMENTS

  1. Thank you SO much for this! I know people are used to me being ‘strong’ and a ‘fighter’ and I am those things. But, at this moment, I am hurting. My heart feels completely shattered. All of my priceless ‘stuff’ is gone and while I am eternally grateful that my beautiful family is safe, I am also in pain. I have the right to mourn the visions I had of passing down family momentos to my grandkids that will never be realized now. And, I need people to be ok with me not being ok.

  2. Of course, it’s ok to cry over things! Often it reminds u of family that is no longer with us or brinds back wonderful memories of time past! The only problem I see is when things are more important then our relationship w/ first God, family & friends.

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