I think Laura said it best when describing home. Home is generally used in noun form.
To me though Home is a feeling. And it's created by the woman of the house usually.
Over the years I have taken that task to heart. I worked hard to create a home where my children and husband felt safe and loved. A place where anyone who entered our home felt comfortable, regardless of their financial status, marital status, education level, race, religion etc.
We've entertained the very rich and homeless in our home. We've broken bread with people with Masters Degrees and those who never made it past an 8th grade education.
We've had every form of religion in our home and some who believed in nothing.
We always held true to who we were though. People knew when they came to our home, they were entering a place where Christ comes first, where a bunch of children would be running around the house and laughter could be heard from three rooms away.
A place where you can always find some hot coffee, tea and even a meal waiting for you at any time.
Our doors are always open. We are always ready to receive people, who need to talk or sometimes just sit and say nothing.
One of the nicest memories I want to share is, After Hurricane Sandy destroyed our neighborhood, and we were able to go back our home was spared compared to the others.
So we immediately set up shop. We began cooking for our neighbors and helping in anyway we could. But we were blessed with a generator from a friend so our house was one the few places with lights and running water. We had charging stations set up and cords running all over our floors, and my house by my standards was a total mess.
But people would enter and thank us because among the chaos, and even beyond the mess of our home, they could feel our love and concern for them.
Many people complimented us on how among it all.. they could come there and get some peace.
I'm telling you it wasn't peaceful. We had the National Guard in and out and the Red Cross.. and strangers from all over the country who came to help.
But the atmosphere created a sense of peace.
This can be done in your homes as well ladies. You don't need money or fancy furniture. It's about creating an atmosphere where people feel loved.
It's not about gourmet meals, or a McMansion style house. You can create this in a one bedroom garage apartment or a 5 bedroom ranch.
It was such a blessing to me when my husband came home the other night and said, "it smells like home" .
I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. He's been so stressed with work and being apart that it was music to my ears.
My children are feeling secure, content and happy.
If you're a young woman, take my advice and create a home.
Your husband, children and family will thank you.
Our homes need to be our soft place to fall.
The world is full of critics, lets spread some peace and comfort to those who are the most important to us.
I wish I could say that I managed to stay on top of things for the past 9 months while separated from my husband, working full time, some kids in school, homeschooling other kids.. I wish I could say it was so awesome. But it wasn't. It was hard work.
I'm in the new house for just over a week now and I'm starting to feel settled. It feels amazing to be back with my husband under one roof. To be able to care for him like I want to.
He has grown so much since being separated from me. His demeanor has calmed quite and bit and he is so happy. It brings me much joy to see him so happy.
What I am missing is my oldest children and my grandbabies!
So what I have been working on is making this house our home.
The other night my husband came home from work. ( He works crazy hours)
I usually am waiting outside on the from porch for him to pull in.
We sit out on porch and chat about his evening. Well when we came in, he took a huge deep breath and said... "it smells like home". This just melted my heart. I will be blogging about this again later. :)
We still have boxes to go through and much to organize, and mama still has to find a job.. but for now she's enjoying her time with her husband and family.
I'm currently looking out my bedroom window at the pink hue in the sky. The sun is setting over the mountain. It's a much different scene then the sun setting over the bay. Beautiful none the less.
I remember 9 months ago, thinking what a breeze this would be for us. My husband took a job out of state for the betterment of our family. I sent him off to live alone, while I held the fortress down home.
It seems easy in my mind back then, I compared it to military men doing their tours , pa Ingalls leaving on a hunting expedition. It seemed so romantic back then.
But the past 9 months have been extremely trying, scary, joyful, exhausting, peaceful, and just downright a big mix of emotions. I felt so lonely at times even though I was surrounded by my children.
This was my children's first year in public school, the first year in over 20 years that I went back to work full time and the first time I've ever had to experience life as a single mom. While I was blessed to have the emotional support of my husband, his presence was missed.
Last Friday we made the final trek out to Pennsylvania.
We are home. All of under one roof again. I
am so happy to be together again.
Today the exhaustion of the last 9 months hit me like a brick wall.
My body is physically in pain, my emotions are all over the place, and my throat is sore.
I'm currently propped up in my bed, writing my blog. Because this is the first time in months I've had the time to do it.