woodworkingboy
TreeHouser
Brian, not feeling that you belong anywhere can be a great thing...if you can turn it into a sense of wide personal freedom. Years ago I read a true story about a very wise and beloved man in India, whose followers had to always keep an eye on him, for fear that he would just go wandering off in no particular direction, as he had done many times before. Apparently, he also felt no obligation to lead them, another part of his not belonging.
You seem like a very smart person
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I used to have an extremely wealthy client in the states, a young couple that had purchased over sixty pieces of my furniture when I had a shop in California. I often would go visit them with my son, who was the same age as their son. When my boy would go into their son's large room, I'd see his eyes enlarge to about twice their normal size, looking about at the incredible array of toys, books, and you name it. When we left their gorgeous home, the woman there would always reach up into the shelf of the closet and bring out a nicely wrapped little gift to give him. They were old money, nice people who knew the score. I sensed that they had prepared for visits such as ours. I observed that the small gift he took home, seemed to erase any jealousy or longing for what he had observed and played with, while visiting his rich friend. I loved that little gesture, I think it made everyone feel good and thankful for what they have.
The dilemma about too little or two much, it's part of being a thoughtful parent, and trying to decide what is best for our children...not an easy chore.
You seem like a very smart person
Back to the thread.....
I used to have an extremely wealthy client in the states, a young couple that had purchased over sixty pieces of my furniture when I had a shop in California. I often would go visit them with my son, who was the same age as their son. When my boy would go into their son's large room, I'd see his eyes enlarge to about twice their normal size, looking about at the incredible array of toys, books, and you name it. When we left their gorgeous home, the woman there would always reach up into the shelf of the closet and bring out a nicely wrapped little gift to give him. They were old money, nice people who knew the score. I sensed that they had prepared for visits such as ours. I observed that the small gift he took home, seemed to erase any jealousy or longing for what he had observed and played with, while visiting his rich friend. I loved that little gesture, I think it made everyone feel good and thankful for what they have.
The dilemma about too little or two much, it's part of being a thoughtful parent, and trying to decide what is best for our children...not an easy chore.