Ownership can be a wonderful thing. There is a first key, first car, first house and even a first that we don’t own but are part of, like jobs and relationships. Heck, even that first pet is right up there on the top of the leader board. When we truly have ownership in something it has a value fare more than anything monetary… it makes us feel WE have value.
Today, in the world of business, everyone is “owning it” simply put – take responsibility. I guess even Mr. McKay and his Sharks had to admit that it was time to change the water…even if the philosophy never changes. Step up to the plate, make it yours, take ownership, be a responsible, face the consequences…you know the drill.
It is funny, because I hear the phrase all the time, and yet when it really matters in life I see it ignored as just part of the evolution of life. What do I mean you ask? Well, where do you live or where did you live?
If you were like me, a child of an era no more, you grew up in the family house, that was just called “home” …you know, like the one Dorothy wanted to get back to so badly … “there’s no place like…” Later I married, and where I lived was called the kids house according to my parents, more often than not. When we did have children, it was still the kid’s house, but my own daughters, for a short time…. called it home.
Then we all got divorced.
I remember the first few times I heard the expression Mom’s House and Dad’s House from my daughters, but emotionally damaged myself, it didn’t sink in enough. I can’t remember now the times that they just said home or our house and that make me sad. Now, I again sit on yet another evolution of separation – yeah there is anxiety involved believe me – you go this way and I will go that way kind of thing.
Children anymore actually refer to the places they live as mom’s house or dad’s house almost exclusively, including the ones who aren’t coming from a broken home. I listened as kids talked around me one day, and realized how they gravitate towards one parent more than the other and take ownership! It is almost that any port in a storm kind of feeling, be safe, pick a moving buddy, go to higher ground – well you get it.
I guess security is one of those things no one owns anymore – are any of us ever really secure? Even at my age, living alone, I refer to my residence as “the house”’ – a shell where I live and very little else most days. I guess that is because home for me was an aging place with forsythias growing in front, a sagging porch roof and a bedroom window that faced west, letting me hear the trains at night. I was secure then, even if the front door was unlocked most of the time.
Owning something that you can’t quantify is hard to explain to a generation of tangible wealth, but the best explanation comes from the heart. You know when you are there, you are welcome, loved and wanted, and the best way to describe it is home… and it doesn’t belong to any one person, it is instead a shared understanding, that if the door closes a window opens and there is always room at the table for one more.