I arrived home last night feeling like I had survived the emotional equivalent of a severe gang beating! The day was treacherous and tumultuous and come the end of the work day, I began to have some serious doubts about the current state of humanity.
When our car rolled into the driveway at home, Steve asked if was capable of being left alone with my thoughts long enough for him to go for a quick run. Out in the world, that’s a tall order but in the comforts of our home, I figured I could manage! So while he went out the door to sweat out his toxins from the day, I resorted to our soaker tub in an attempt to drown mine.
I dimmed the lights, turned on some jazz and was determined to salvage what was left of this day. Mere minutes later, Tugger found a spot on the edge of the tub where he could also indulge in the quiet time and dangle his paws in the water. As the stress and anxiety of the day began to leave my body, I put one hand on my rapidly growing belly and began to explain to our baby why home is truly the safest and most wonderful place on earth…
The longer I sat in the nice warm water, accompanied by our feline, the more I realized how much these walls protected us; the moment we walk through our doors, we become sheltered from the unpredictability of what can be a very unforgiving world.
I wanted our little one to know that the 1,700 square feet that we call home is where we can always curl up under our perfect down blanket and take a much needed nap; where the words of our favourite authors can be found in any corner; where our memories and dreams are framed on all the walls; where our fireplace can warm our cold toes and fingers; where loving words from our family and friends can always be seen in the beautiful cards that they send; where it’s perfectly acceptable to have ice cream for dinner; where the family dress code is fleece and wool socks; where our perfect feline is always happy to keep us company; where we need not answer the phone or check our emails; where chores can always be put off for another day in exchange for a good movie instead; and, just when we think it can’t possibly get any better, the most wonderful sound in the world fills the halls as Steve returns home from his run.
So Little One, the moral of this story is that home is not only our castle but it is, by far, the most wonderful and safest place in the world because at home…we are always loved. And no amount of meanness in the world can ever trump that!
When our car rolled into the driveway at home, Steve asked if was capable of being left alone with my thoughts long enough for him to go for a quick run. Out in the world, that’s a tall order but in the comforts of our home, I figured I could manage! So while he went out the door to sweat out his toxins from the day, I resorted to our soaker tub in an attempt to drown mine.
I dimmed the lights, turned on some jazz and was determined to salvage what was left of this day. Mere minutes later, Tugger found a spot on the edge of the tub where he could also indulge in the quiet time and dangle his paws in the water. As the stress and anxiety of the day began to leave my body, I put one hand on my rapidly growing belly and began to explain to our baby why home is truly the safest and most wonderful place on earth…
The longer I sat in the nice warm water, accompanied by our feline, the more I realized how much these walls protected us; the moment we walk through our doors, we become sheltered from the unpredictability of what can be a very unforgiving world.
I wanted our little one to know that the 1,700 square feet that we call home is where we can always curl up under our perfect down blanket and take a much needed nap; where the words of our favourite authors can be found in any corner; where our memories and dreams are framed on all the walls; where our fireplace can warm our cold toes and fingers; where loving words from our family and friends can always be seen in the beautiful cards that they send; where it’s perfectly acceptable to have ice cream for dinner; where the family dress code is fleece and wool socks; where our perfect feline is always happy to keep us company; where we need not answer the phone or check our emails; where chores can always be put off for another day in exchange for a good movie instead; and, just when we think it can’t possibly get any better, the most wonderful sound in the world fills the halls as Steve returns home from his run.
So Little One, the moral of this story is that home is not only our castle but it is, by far, the most wonderful and safest place in the world because at home…we are always loved. And no amount of meanness in the world can ever trump that!
2 comments:
In the words of Dorothy "Auntie Em, there's no place like home". I couldn't agree with your post more Gen. Though, I don't have the soaker tub... maybe I should invest! :) Thanks for the reminder of how great and safe home is....
L
Home Sweet Home !!! :D
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