Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Coming Home

My girl arrives for a visit in less than 12 hours. Lucky me!!!!

Last night on the phone she said she'd be "home" in less than 24 hours. You can not imagine how happy I was to hear those words come out of her mouth.

She has never lived here in Kansas City—she's a Minnesota girl, through and through. And yet, she feels as though coming to visit me is coming home, and I thank God and all the angels for that.

As the kids were growing up, that was one of my goals. I wanted the word home to mean me. I wanted to be their anchor in the world, a safe place, their one true thing. I wanted them to know they belonged somewhere and with someone, no matter what.

And so, Katie's random, without-any-thought reference to home sets my heart afire. . .with love and hope and pride.

While she's here, I'll continue to try to teach her (by example) that we carry the answers inside ourselves, that we only find true happiness within, and so on. And while I do, I'll go right on being glad that she's grown to equate me with the feeling of being most thoroughly at peace and at rest.

Home.

6 comments:

Mystic Wing said...

Beautiful post. Enjoy your time together.

You know, there was never any doubt where Girl would choose as Home.

kario said...

How could she think anything else? I hope you two have a terrific visit with lots of love and laughter. I'm taking lessons from you on the art of being a mother - hope you don't mind.

Love.

Eileen said...

Such a beautiful post. You, without a doubt, are Katie's anchor in the world. Have a wonderful time together. XOXO

Deb said...

Home. Wonderful that you've successfully created a place that holds the heart of your family. Your love for your daughter is palpable. Lucky girl.

Jess said...

Sweet sweet post. So, how long is she staying?
:)

Stacy said...

huge sigh