The girls and I attended a special Mother-Daughter dinner on Wednesday night.
We played a game where we were asked questions about each other and had to compare answers to see how well we know each other. One of the questions was "What is your mom's favorite place in the world?"
When we turned over our cards to reveal our answers, all three of us had written "our house/home."
There was a little catch in my throat as we celebrated that we had gotten that one right. I am so glad they know how much I love my home. Yes, I love my house, but I especially love my home.
I love home because that is where my family is. I really enjoy every one of those wonderful kids who bring their own talents and humor to contribute to our family. I love the feeling there as we learn and grow together. I love that it feels like a refuge and a safe place to gather to escape the world.
It made me feel like I am doing something right. My girls recognize that I am content with what I have, and that there is nowhere in the world I would rather be than at home with my family.
My inspiration for this record of my days:
“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen