Home

I was at my Mom's the other day. She had wanted me to stop by with Zach so she could show him off to her friends. See, Mom plays Mah Jong and Mexican Rummy and this was her month to host Rummy. It really is far from unusual for me to be at my Mom's, so this day was like no other. I arrived to the "ooohs" and "ahhhs" as to how wonderfully handsome my new son is. Unfortunately, that scene was cut short since my little vampire was uber ready to eat his yummy mama milk lunch. So, I grabbed the boppy and headed upstairs to relounge on my parents' bed to feed Zach.

Mom's room looks different than it did when I was growing up. They have updated from their old grey mini-blinds to pretty tapestry window coverings. They now have expensive furniture that fills the room. I remember growing up there was no headboard or armoire...just the old dressers from long ago and old nightstands. We never cared though and knew no different. Anyway, sitting there, feeding my son...I felt so loved and comfortable and nostalgic. I think it's funny how the houses we grew up in have such a hold on us. It really took several years for my own house to feel like "home".

As I sat there on this huge new bed my parents have...I still noticed the remembrances of years past. The picture of my Mom before my parents got married, the bathroom vanity where so many times we fixed our hair with dippity-do for recitals and where our old dog Jimmy would sleep in the dirty clothes pile. Love just permeates everything in that house and I'm so glad my parents are still there. They could afford something more now, but Mom says they will never leave until its for the old folks' home. I know she feels all of that love too...from parent to child, from child to parent, for pets, for family. I hope someday that Claire and Zach feel that way for our house...that they will always be home with us and can kick back and watch TV or feed their kids and know that they are loved.