In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Home Turf.”
I felt compelled to ask my lover boy, and my Thing #1 and #2, what makes a house a home before I decided to delve into this for myself.
Troy responded by saying “where the people you love are around you”.
Thing#2 responded “wherever me and my pillow are because that pillow smells like you momma”. She has told me that since she was three. At five had the novel idea of making me sleep on the freshly washed pillowcase for two or three days then come steal that pillow to sleep on herself.
Both of my children also said that “when we come home from school and the kitchen smells so good from whatever you are cooking. Your banana bread is one of the favorite smells to walk into the house to. Or roast beast smelling up everywhere… that is home., (yes like in The Grinch, this is how I got them to start eating pot roasts I would make. Totally worked too, they love it )
I am a wanderlust, I’ve lived a few different states in my life and it’s not ever been about the actual location nor the actual abode. I am not exactly attached very long to very much except my family. One of my favorite things, what makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside with that “home“ feeling is to just kind of sit and listen to the hustle and bustle of my family. So I think Troy hit the nail.
When my kids walk in the door saying ” ack!! banana bread!!” speaks home. Or they are in their rooms with music playing or maybe a friends over and i just kinda check in on what I am hearing, singing or chit chat, speaks home. Listening truly makes me smile. When Thing #2 grabs my pillow and runs with it, I know exactly what she is doing, that speaks home. As of late, my kids piled up in each others room suddenly realizing they are not so far apart in age and truly enjoy each others company, speaks home. These kids teasing Troy, about making him batty, that speaks home.
After coming home from anywhere, our crazy ass pig sized dogs jumping like they haven”t seen us in years, speaks home. Even when they have eaten blue dry cake mixes and my kitchen looks like smurf”s were murdered, welp, as a matter of fact, that speaks home loud and clear.
and one other thing, Troy saying “mornin darlin,” that speaks home