What is it about home that is so comforting? I think it may be different for everybody and for every home. To me, home is more of a feeling than an actual place.
For the past two months, Dave and I have had the pleasure of staying with my parents in my childhood home. This will always be one of the places I consider "home," full of many memories and traditions. My parents' home provides me with strong feelings of belonging, comfort, and unconditional love. But why?
Maybe it's my mom's delicious food she prepares daily- no matter what is served it always tastes better when she makes it. Maybe it's the way my dad saves the Tribune crossword each morning for me, then comes home after work to check my answers (or help me finish it!). Maybe it's the warm fireplace that draws me close night after night, or the nightlights in the hallway that prevent any bumps or bruises as I find my way to the bathroom. Is it Brittany, looking up at me with her big brown eyes wanting a rub or just a little treat? Is it my dad watching 30 Rock with me when I know he'd rather be watching Criminal Minds? Maybe it's my mom driving me to and from University Hospital several times when I know how much she dislikes finding her way around the campus.
I can't pinpoint what it is about home that helps to heal my spirit and mend my heart, but I know I'd be lost without it. I am filled with gratitude to my parents for making their home a place of refuge, safety, comfort, and love, and Dave and I aim to do the same. Returning home to mine and Dave's house was bittersweet- although I was thrilled to be going home and returning to Joey, I knew I would miss my parents. The closeness I gained to my parents made me want to share each day with them. Never will I forget the generosity and compassion they have shown to me, and although I know I can never repay them I hope to honor them by creating a home that holds the same feelings of comfort and warmth. There really is no place like home.
5 comments:
holly, i feel the exact same way. mom and dad always make their home a place i want to be. they always make my time there special by going out of their way for me.... like having the food i like, doing things i like to do, and making me feel more than welcome.
saying i have a lot of good memories in their house is an understatement. i am who i am because of their home and how i feel when I'm inside it.
i loved this post.. and i love you.
Oops...there was a spelling error! Anyways, love the way you write! And I totally agree with you that there is no place like home...my mom has made her home comfortable and loving as well. I love you, Holly!
I love your parents home as well. It will always hold a special place in my heart. I was honored/blessed to call it home when my childhood home was no longer mine.
I will always be grateful to your parents for all the kindness they showed me.
Holly, you have such a wonderful way of writing! I love reading your posts because I feel like I am living what you are writing and feeling it(if that makes sense.) There really is no place like home-I feel the exact same way about my mom and dad's house. I love it! Thanks for sharing!
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