Tuesday, November 4, 2014
The Metamorphosis of A House
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I missed my big windows where light shone through every morning.
I missed my front porch.
I missed my gardens.
I missed the familiarity and comfort I felt in my old house.
I didn't feel like I was at home.
The call came while we were in Cleveland visiting my mother-in-law who was back in the hospital. We were crawling into bed, the clock inching toward midnight when my phone rang.
It was hard to understand Annie's voice, "Mom, it's Zach. He's in trouble and he needs you."
Ten minutes later, Keith and I were in the car headed for Cincinnati, a 5 hour drive at least. We stopped half way to pick Annie up from college.
My heart raced.
My hand clung to Keith's.
I prayed even harder.
I willed the car to go faster because all I wanted to do was hold my son and see that he was ok.
I was more scared than I'd ever been as a parent.
We arrived a little after 4:30 am, inching down the dark street searching for the address. I jumped out of the car as soon as he came out the door. Standing on my tiptoes, I wrapped my arms around my son, letting him know that no matter what, we were going to be there for him. We pulled into our driveway as the sun began to rise. Both kids stumbled off to bed and I tucked them in, something I haven't done for years. How I wished that a kiss and hug could heal the pain.
Molly, taking a redeye, arrived from DC a few hours later.
For a week, our family stayed close. Molly...Zach...Annie...our grownup children all together.
The kids hung out, they teased, they laughed, they cooked, they went on a tour of bookstores and came home with books to lose themselves in. Our house overflowed with love and gratitude for each other.
And my heart began to change.
It no longer mattered that I needed to turn on all the lamps even during the day.
I found that the patio overlooking the back yard was the perfect place for a morning cup of tea.
I saw the potential for new flower beds when I looked outside at the blank landscape.
That week, in my eyes, our house became our home.
The metamorphosis surprised me. I knew the saying that home is where the heart is. I had repeated it to myself over and over again, but, I didn't realize how much that was true until last month.
So, now, this new place we call home has become the space for healing and fresh starts. I am filled with hope for new beginnings and gratitude for the things I hold most dear. Because now I know, without a doubt, that my home is wherever I find Keith...Molly...Zach...and Annie.
They are who makes my house a home.