So, why is it always good to get away and then good to come home again? I have a theory: It is because home is where we begin and is our first love. As two sweethearts we settle down. We have our children, welcoming them as babies and becoming an extention or an increase of our first love, still in the same home.But then, to the shock and dismay of parents everywhere, those little ones grow up all too fast. They have minds of their own, too, and they decide that they are ready to move on, leaving you behind. When this happens, a little piece of your home goes with them, growing as they grow, with the addition of a husband or wife and bringing in their own little ones. This means that when we go to visit, we are glad to go to that part of home, but it also means that when it is time to return, even though we may cry and wish not to leave, there is still an element of gladness in it.
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(Trips that do not include our children are another subject altogether and may be covered in another posting at some future time.)
1 comment:
What a beautiful post. You know, I have been watching you (no pressure intended!) with your 4 grown daughters, trying to prepare myself for having to let mine go someday. Sometimes it is too unbearable for me to think about. But then I see how much fun you are having with yours, and how there is life after your children grow up, and I realize that we will be just fine; even happy. Thank you for your great example!
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