“Mama, when I grow up, I want to buy this house and live in it with my family. Mama, when I do that, you can live with us. I’ll take care of you and Daddy. Then, you can help me with my babies.”
Oh, those words make me grin from the inside out. This sweet one with strawberry hair looks up, smiles and runs off to find her little brother. She wants to play, but he is off on an adventure with his big brother.
She returns with her smile gone and a look of sorrow on her face.
That little brother is growing up. He is beginning to seek the adventures that boys desire outdoors-climbing, racing, growing and conquering.
She sees him changing.
They have been best friends for years – best play friends and that is changing.
She wraps her arms around me and whispers something I can’t quiet hear. She turns on the water, and beckons me for tea.
The table is set with my Mother’s china. We talk and drink. We discuss other tea parties and ones to come. We hear the boys laughing, screaming – never stopping outside.
She smiles and asks about the first baby and wants to know why we can’t have another one. My answers are too deep for her heart and I try to make them as simple as possible.
As we sit, the phone rings and it’s Daddy. He’s checking on us, missing us and wishing he could be where we are…
It isn’t perfect, the walls need painting and things are beginning to break. The hearts inside are growing and seeking the only one who can change.
As I sit back and drink in the tea and the moment, I’m overwhelmed by something I can’t explain.
This feeling of home goes beyond – an emotion. It’s a mission field in the works. Preparing my heart and other hearts that enter to go and fulfill the one command we humans struggle with – loving others more than ourselves.
And I find it – Love is found it at home.
It’s not the feeling or emotion that the world wants to sell us. That love is too cheap for a heart that understands the present is not the future and the future to come is beyond our understanding.
Emotions come and go. Memories fade and hearts grow, heal and move. But Home – home is that place where we place ourselves last so that we can go into the world and do the same.
That is the crux of a Mama’s heart – seeking and yearning – growing, succeeding and failing in the every day – not so ordinary monotony…
So, grab on Mama – grab on to those moments – and know that this love,this home, it’s a preparation for the one to come and each breath, kiss, hug, tear – they are all successes when we are on our knees – longing for that true….
Have you found your true home?
It’s Friday. A time for me to sit and pour out words without editing them with Lisa-Jo. It calms my heart and allows the creativity to pour out (sometimes more than others). It’s also a chance to capture little moments in time…. will you join us?
Sharing with Cindy for Titus 2 Tuesday