When I was a young child, I never thought of the word home much. I lived in a nice home with wonderful parents. I went to school and returned home everyday and never thought of home as a home. But it was a place where I wanted to be all the time. Home was just a nice place where I was really comfortable. When I was home after school, I would make sure I went outside my home to spend time with my friends.
Fast forward to now. Now, I live in a nice home too. I have a family. My two kids are here at home. This house is now a home for my children. I see how much the same they are. This is a place where they are comfortable. This is a place where they want to come to at the end of their day. I think they are in the same state of being as I was when I was their age. When they get older and are out in the big world…they’ll realize that they had a nice home.
You only miss something when you are not in it. While you are in the moment, you cannot miss that moment. I remember many sweet times with my parents. We watched TV shows together, who does that now? Everyone in my family has their own electronics. Home was a place where the young me felt safe. loved, and cared for.
I wish a nice home for everyone. I am grateful that I had a place that I could call home. Everyone deserves a place that they can call home. Home on earth is one tiny spot where you feel you belong!
….thank you for visiting…until next time…
The Unstoppable Optimist! 