Growing up I often heard my mom say that her dream was to have a house with a view. I think about that simple statement a lot and how hopeful she sounded when she said it. I did wonder what that really meant to her.
We lived on a farm from 1956 to 1959, and I remember her staying up late at night and looking out the window. In the winter the farm could be desolate and barren looking. I always wondered what she saw in the dark of night. The road we lived on was a long straight dirt road and you could see cars headlights long before it passed the house. Maybe she was waiting for someone.
Daddy worked in Myrtle Beach during the winter and it was just mom and us three kids. When I would ask her what she saw, she would just say shhh, listen. What did she see and hear in the shadows? You could hear the hounds barking and the howl of the wind.
In the daytime the view from the window was beautiful. We had a pecan tree out front and a tree-lined creek down in the hollow. You heard the birds singing their songs and deer drinking from the creek. I guess mom was afraid of the night when the view from the window was dark and full of shadows.
Many years later when mom was in her 90s she was fading in her health so she came to live at my home. I remembered how she used to always look out the windows so we put up bird feeders in front of different windows around the house. From the living room and dining room, we had an amazing view of our garden.
All day she could see the birds and flowers. When we got home from work she would give us the daily bird report. Sometimes when she was on the phone you could hear her telling her friends about the hummingbirds, how beautiful the roses were and how she could see the ducks in the pond. When we brought her to our home there were swans in the lake that we had never seen before or since. Mom said that they had come for her.
On the last night that mom was alive she had me open the window so she could see outside, and she told me to open a window so that her soul would be able to leave the room. Finally, after all these years I asked her what she saw when she used to always look out the window. Mom smiled and said I see your daddy walking up the dirt road coming toward the house. He has a smile on his face and he told me he was coming to take me home. A few moments later she smiled and winked at me and then she was gone.
Point of View:
Each window has its own view. The view from the window is different for each of us. We should never imagine what we will see rather we should let the view surprise us and unravel the beauty for our eyes to discover. The view is never the same nor should we hope it would be. Some of us will see the flowers in bloom and hear the birds sing. Others will see only shadows and hear the roar of the thunder.
As we live our life we will see the view from many windows and through many seasons. If we let it the view will always amaze us and unveil its secrets. In life, we meet many people. Each one will be different and they too may amaze us and share their view with us.
How often do we look out the window to see the view? To pause and take a look allows us to see things we miss when we walk by the window and just take a glance. It allows us to slow down and truly see. It allows us to pause, reflect and understand the views we see in life. Every window opens to a different view and a different opportunity.