…because we are.
My husband and I moved to this town 8 yrs. ago. We knew no one. It was brutal. It was awful. I cried. Often.
Then we started build a community. A house. A HOME. My dear friend, the mother of my son’s BFF doesn’ t know this, but on the day that my son adorably said, “I love (her son)” and I finally got enough balls together to go ask this new friend to a playdate at our house, I heard this tune booming out of her car radio. It was perfect.
It doesn’t escape me that this song was featured in my beloved Parenthood. I know I am slightly partial to anything related to this program, but primarily, I’m grateful to Phillip Phillips for putting my feelings into words. The message of this song resonates loudly. My husband and I have been through It; ALL of it. And we’re still here, trying tirelessly to “make our house a home”.
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Having a front door people know they are welcome to walk through? That’s what it’s all about.
Some moments here might feel alone, but one day recently, very unusually (we are not popular people), 5 people popped by our house in the course of 20 minutes And someone else telephoned during the time. As I felt harried, trying to chat with a couple friends, welcome my son’s PT, meet a gal from the online yardsale, thank the kindred spirit who dropped off muffins when learning how I jacked up my van, and make plans with a new business buddy, I paused for a moment and realized: WE ARE BLESSED.
Somehow in the midst of knowing no one and feeling like aliens in this strange new land, we started to meet some people. Build a community. Build a house into a home.
I’m not saying we’re solidly there, but we’re in process. It’s about the people. And maybe finally finding a hair salon and knowing where to get the best deal on dog food, but mostly…it’s the people.
It’s having someone notice when we are missing at preschool drop-off.
It’s having a fellow mama to call at 8am when I feel like my world is crashing. Why am I here? Why do I blog? Existential crisis in its best. And God bless her for having enough patience to put up with it.
It’s the friend, I drag to breakfast with when the “business” end of blogging demands a meal out.
It’s the neighbor I fully expect to hit the local BIG yardsale with me.
It’s the Dead Parent Support Group of the two ladies who meet me for margaritas and understand, sadly, too well how real the pain of losing a parent can get.
It’s meeting a new friend through my son’s preschool and thinking she is downright boss.
It’s having someone to plan Hunger Games movie night dates with MONTHS in advance.
Hey life isn’t perfect, and loneliness can and still does reign at times, but each of these people…I am so thankful for the reason and season they are here. For their love and friendship and for being building blocks of this home we are creating.
You see, I don’t think the modern-day home is a given. We work for it; we have to earn it. We are the generation in which we “make our house a home” vs. being handed the home.
But that’s okay, becasue when is a life sweeter than when you have worked for it?
xo, Phillip Phillips, and thanks for getting it right. Will keep working tirelessly for my “home” .
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