For Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop this week, I chose this prompt:
3. “The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned” ~ Maya Angelou. Now write.
Although “home” has changed for me as the circumstances of my life have changed, the word seems to always bring back feelings of my childhood home.
Is it that way for everyone, I wonder?
And, because my dad died when I was an infant, and my sisters were grown and married by the time I was four, my childhood memories of home mostly revolve around my mom.
My earliest memories of her are ones of safety….someone to hide behind when I was scared or shy….someone to run to when I was hurt….someone to cry to when a kitty died or just disappeared.
Or when I was teased at school or on the bus. She didn’t have a solution, but she listened and cared… and hurt right along with me.
Through the years, I always knew I could go to her with any questions or problems, and I’d never be criticized or ridiculed for not knowing the answer or thinking the way I did.
We made it through the typically rough teenage years and came out the other side even closer than before.
And because of Mom’s example, I’ve always tried to be Marshall’s safe place.
As for the Maya Angelou quote, home was Mom, and that was indeed the safe place I could always go “as I was”.
~These Days Of Mine~