Little kids have a habit that I find alternatingly very cute and very annoying, depending on my mood. I’m talking about the way they ask verrrrrrrry basic questions.
And then ask them again.
And then ask them again.
Last week, Owen hit me with, “Mama, what’s a home?” I gave a pretty darn good answer. So, naturally, as soon as I was done, he asked again, “Mama, what’s a home?”
This was a) super annoying b) made me think. What *is* a home? I mean besides the four walls around us and roof above us. What makes a place feel like a home and another place…not?
Home is safety. Home is where you grow up so you can grow out. Home is where you heal from hurts. Home gives you what you need to thrive. Home is belonging and acceptance…Home is my husband.
If you have someone that makes you feel lovey and gushy and you’re in the Twin Cities, I’d love to help you hand letter a message to let them know. In fact, I’ll be leading a class at the Polka Dot Shop in Saint Paul on February 10 for just that purpose. I’ve got all the supplies, you just bring your sweet self. Details at the Polka Dot Shop website.
