This morning I’m home alone. Hubby is going to work, the
kids to school and the maid to market. Usually there is another maid doing the
house cleaning up, however she is not feeling well and going to the doctor today. So
I’m all alone.
As an EX-perfectionist, I couldn’t stand looking at the
messy house. Instantly I find myself busy doing the clean up like making the beds,
sweeping the floor, cleaning up the toys, putting everything to where they
belong.
I keep Mika’s track set, he just built last night, on the
living room floor though. Just like I keep Alisha’s play dough, we just made
yesterday afternoon, in her play kitchen. The kids will be happy to find their
favorites where they are when they come home.
Being alone allows me to have quiet time to appreciate the
things around me, like our home. Replaying the pictures in my mind about our
daily life at home, the kids are playing, screaming, laughing, fighting,
crying, the hubby is busy getting ready to work, exercising, asking my help to
find his stuffs, etc… etc… somehow I feel what a wonderful life we are living
right now. Every member of the family is happy just becoming their true self.
They know what to expect when they are at home. The kids know where to find
their toys, when to go to bed, what their parents will react to their needs.
The hubby knows he can rely on me to assist him with his inquires, he can be
sure the kids are well taken care of. I know the kids and hubby’s day to day
activities and their related needs. We all know what to expect and we all know we
will be safe, secured and loved at home.
So, looking at Alisha’s free hand writings on the wall I
come to a conclusion that a house doesn’t have to be big and beautiful with
luxurious furniture to be called home. It just needs to make the people living
in there to feel safe, secured and happy to be their true self. A home is not
about the material things inside. It is about the love between the people who
live in there.
I’m glad that we have a place we call HOME.
