It’s mother’s day and when I think of mom, I think of home. A place where you feel safe, a familiar place, where you can be yourself.
A place to go when things are tough and you want to hide from the world or a place to go to share good times and good happenings. For celebrations, Friday night movies and pizza, or Sunday dinners. A place for discussion and debates, a place for support, a place for learning. A place to return to time and time again for strength, for escape, for fun. A place where traditions are formed and solidified, where memories are made. I have great memories of bike rides, walks, cooking with Mom; dinnertime was always family time, no tv, no radio, but time to talk with one another and so it is today that I keep this tradition going. We moved around a couple of times in my childhood, but the mainstay and commonality was mom and her traditions. I learned early on that a house is not automatically a home, it becomes home with a mother‘s love and teaching.
I can’t be with my mother for mother’s day but I can at least close my eyes and remember…..And in those memories I feel safe again and warm and familiar and feel right at home in those memories. It’s Mother’s day and when I think of home I think of Mom!