To some it’s just bricks and mortar, but it’s actually so much more…..
When you first move into a house everything feels new. Even if it's not a new house, things feel new, unfamiliar, strange even. How the keys turn in the lock, to the noise the kitchen cupboard doors make when you open and close them. The creaks and groans at night as the house settles in the cool night air. The smell of each room and the soft shades of light peaking through the different windows.
Even how the furniture looks compared to your last house. At the start it takes just that little bit longer to fall asleep and sometimes a jolt as you wake up in the morning, remembering where you actually are.
All these strange new feelings can also make the house feel cold and unwelcoming.
But you move in and take a house and turn it into a home. Pictures go up on the walls, rugs go out on the floors, cupboards are packed with pots and pans, wardrobes hold a sea of colourful clothes. The house that you moved into becomes a home, it's strange noises soften, it's creaks and groans disappear and you fit into your home as much as it fits around you. At the start the walls and roof protect you from all the weather, from howling thunderstorms to a beating summer sun. But as time goes on they protect you from so much more. As the paint on the walls slowly fade, the carpets wear away, and the people in the pictures hanging on the walls look younger and younger, the home becomes so much more than a place to cook dinner and rest at night.
As life throws different challenges our way our homes are always there for us. Making us feel safe, keeping us warm, bringing families together and even giving us space when we want to be alone. They show tiny signs of a growing family's with paint chips on the walls and tiny hand prints every where. The walls listen to our life stories play out but never tell a soul. The floors feel our children's feet grow over time, the doors feel the brunt of our emotion as they are slammed in a fight and shut out the world from our crying eyes. The kitchen collects smells of a thousand well cooked meals and the odd burnt one. The garage stores dads rusty tools and the shelves collect more and more trinkets of gifts made at school from mothersdays gone by.
As our homes watch our families grow they grow with us, not always in size, not always at the same rate, but in the stories the pictures on the walls tell, the memories held beneath the roof of times both happy and sad and the hellos and goodbyes expressed at our front doors. Our homes feel as much emotion as we do but never crumble under the weight. They watch our children grow and eventually move out, sometimes they get to see this joy many times over before being pulled down and rebuilt for fanilies life journey's to start all over again.
As I watch my two beautiful girls grow, I am watching the house grow too, when they are grown up and out into the world it will always be a place they will be able to come too and feel safe and secure, sleep like the used to as a child, and reminisce as the smells of their childhood bring back memories of old. I love my home as much as everything in it. The stories that have been told and those yet to tell. The times of sadness and crazy joy, it will always be a constant in our lives.......