With chocking feeling in my throat and two drops of tears, while on a bus, I wonder - why is it so precious for a girl to visit her childhood home? (After every life changing events in her life: marriage, kids, loosing a parent etc).
And seeing my sisters, I realize it's a co-host relationship.
Firstly with parents, where the aging parents experience a different joy and a special spark which fuels their hearts and enable them to continue to takeon the journey of life, whereas for the daughter's, their childhood memories make them feel home again, inspite of having to learn to lead their independent family life's, this nurturing from the familiar, of people who nurtured her from birth and accepts her with every flaw, stigma etc and that fills their soul, she gains and unmatchable security in her being. Girls, in return connect their kids back to the maternal lineage and the kids see mums (usually cranky) in a much relaxed state of being.
Secondly, the home feels revived and I myself experience this where each of my aunt said it feels like a wedding Home ❤️.
I sometimes get scared with the intensity of attachment I feel for my home and it is tearing me up even more to think so....
All I wish is - deep gratitude towards the supreme for the household continuity and wellbeing of my people 🙏
I miss them and wonder where these seven days just passed by...in a blink and it's time to head back.
