It’s Five Minute Friday over at Lisa-Jo’s! Come on in and join the party. Write for five minutes flat and don’t cheat like me and edit!
Someone once said, “Home is the place, where, when you go there, they have to let you in.”
Sometimes, though, for me, home is the place where no matter what I do, they have to let me stay. Home is where I lose it, where it’s messy, where it’s all sticky floors and wet towels and crushed cheerios. Home is where I sometimes slam doors and throw clothes and pull my hair. Home is where I creep back into the living room after the storm is over and gather little ones into my lap and sob out pathetic excuses and beg forgiveness.
Home is where I get put back together.
Home is here, where the days that are so seemingly ordinary become my greatest treasures, where the moments that are so wrought with frustration pass quickly in the wake of toddlers, where I’m allowed to have a tantrum once in a while, as long as I finish it up with a good dose of humility cloaked in grace.