Friday evenings in my home are my absolute most favorite evenings of the week. Besides the fact that for the past 10 years Fridays is breakfast night in our home, Fridays are the best for me because on that evening my house feels like the epitome of the word “home”.
One by one or two by two the members of my family and I trickle through the door and exhale deeply after a long week of work and school. Bags and jackets get tossed on the arm of the couch or straight to the floor, whichever one we have strength enough to do first. My hubby comes in, and lays right across the carpet as he begins to plan the movie we are watching for the night. My boys get in the house and throw themselves across their beds,click on the television and become instant zombies. One sock on, one sock off I find a corner of the couch to plop down on and just glance, with a careless side eye at the sink full of dishes that were made from the morning. I slide my bra off through my sleeve and just sit there without a single thought of preparing anything for the next day. This Friday evening, even my almost 2-year old daughter came in, and requested that I take off her shoes, socks and pants promptly so she could run free in her diaper. She already knows what this day is all about.
On this particular past Friday, it was during our synchronized “let loose” routine that I realized the true meaning of the phrase: “Home is where the heart is”.
After a long week, I am not stressing the messy pile of coats on the floor or the fact that the children are laying across their beds in their outside clothing. None of these things matter to me at that moment. I don’t care that we have not started cooking yet so that everyone could eat at 7pm sharp. We will eat when someone musters up enough energy to even care. Instead, I am exhaling deeply that my children are feeling safe and comfortable and that we are all together working towards one common goal: relaxation. And that’s how it should be.
Unfortunately, we are living during a time when children are being put in situations where those who are suppose to care for them the most are actually harming them the most. It is so important to me, now more than ever, to create a haven in our home.
Though it sounds simple, I know it’s not easy at all. Life happens and life is stressful!!!
Trust me, I understand. In my home we have gone through financial hardships that have made me want to lash out at the world, and sometimes at my own children. I have had days at work that were so tough that on my walk home I’ve contemplated going somewhere else because I didn’t want to hear anyone taking a breath too loudly, nonetheless, speaking. These feelings are very real and very intense when they hit. But at the end of the day, my children did not ask to be brought into this tough world. But they are here. And while the thought of them being out there in this world that can be a bit scary each day makes me feel uneasy every now and then, I find comfort in the fact that I have some control in creating an environment where they can have peace. A place where they are loved and cherished. A place where their opinions are respected and their thoughts are validated. A place where they are safe to be themselves no matter how goofy that may be. A place they can call HOME.
Talk to you soon,
Share with me:
What things happen in your house to make it feel like “home”?