My parents have moved several times since I left home. Something dawned on me one of the times I was visiting them. Going to their house felt like home. It didn’t seem to matter that they were living in an entirely different state than I grew up in or that their new home bore little resemblance to my childhood one. It still felt like home.
I have reflected on this often since then, and the only conclusion that I can come up with to explain this is that home isn’t really about a particular place but rather it is a feeling. I have always felt loved, protected and wanted in my home. Somehow, even though I am long since grown, my parents have preserved that and brought it with them on each of their moves.
This realization has given me a mission of sorts for my own family. It is to create an environment within the walls of my home that helps my children to feel loved, protected and valued.
This blog will be some of my ramblings about our successes and failures on that front. This is a place that I will share our traditions, treasured recipes, family travels and parenting tips.
Full Hearts, Full Tummies and Empty Wallets 