When I went to the LaZboy event last week, I thought a lot about what HOME means to me as I created my living room design. I put a lot of “game decor” in my space to inspire fun family time together.
After I had designed my room, they interviewed me sitting on the couch and explaining how I put my room together. I explained how important home and family are to me, even more so since we adopted our daughter, Sania Louise, this year.
Watching how much family and home means to Sania Louise has been priceless.
HOME has always meant so much to me. I remember the peace I felt each time I walked through the doors of my home as a child, with smells of mom making dinner and sounds of dad watching the news in the den I remember waking up on Saturday morning and smelling the delicious aroma of bacon and eggs and then snuggling back under my warm covers for just a few more minutes of rest.
Home was my safe place and always warmed my heart. Even in college, when I went home to visit my parents, it was like I could just breathe easier and sleep better there. :)
And once I was married and had a home of my own, it still did not replace that feeling of going home to “mom and dad’s.” There truly is “no place like home.”
Jonathan and Cy were in California last week for four days and got back late Sunday night. When Jonathan came in the front door he said, “MAN! It feels so good to be home!”
As they came in and begin unpacking and hugging the rest of us, Jonathan said a few more times….”Mom, I love home. There’s just no place like it.”
My heart smiled because I knew exactly what he meant.
And my heart smiles every day when I tuck Sania Louise in bed at night. We hug and kiss and read stories. Sometimes we laugh and tickle and tell scary stories. Sometimes we pray together, and sometimes I get right in the bed with her to snuggle.
And Sania LOVES IT!
When I shut the door to her room at night, my heart is happy knowing that she feels loved and safe. Waking her up in the morning is just as special. I love to sing, “Good morning to you. Good morning to you. Good morning, Sweet Sania. Good morning to you.” (in the tune of happy birthday)
She always looks up at me with squinty eyes and with elbows above her head in a drawn-out stretch. She is usually groggy, sweaty, and completely adorable. I tell her she can watch cartoons on the couch while I make breakfast. She’ll then head to the den, grab an afghan and pillow, and lay on the couch. After breakfast, she gets ready for school.
Routine. Consistency. Security.
Many times in the evening, she would rather stay home than go out. “I wanna stay home,” she’ll insist. I love that she loves home.
Okay. Did I ever share this picture on my blog? I think I did? It CRACKS ME UP every time I see it. Shortly after we brought Sania home in July, I had to put her in her room because she was misbehaving. About 10 minutes later, I hear her laughing her head off, and I thought, “Well, she is having a lot of fun in time-out!”
When I opened the door, I found this…she was stuck and laughing uncontrollably! LOVE THIS GIRL!!
I shared how well Sania was doing with her doctor this week, and she was amazed at all the things I told her. She said that Sania is adjusting more rapidly than a lot of adopted children do, and I agreed.
It has been a beautiful thing to watch. And I marvel at the healing abilities of family and home.
*As I wrote this post, I thought of my friends (and even family members) that had a different experience with family and home as I did. And I am sure that there are some of you reading this right now that have scars on your heart because of things that happened in your home. Home can sometimes not be a place of healing, but a place of brokenness.
Yet I do know this…God is the healer of all our brokenness, and he can fill your heart with peace in ways that no home or family ever could. And although your childhood home may have been a place of pain and hurt, God can give you the strength and wisdom to make your home now a place of healing and joy. That is my prayer for all of you.