March 16, 2009

Home Again Home Again Jiggity Jig

My Mom used to always say that to me and my brother as we'd come home from someplace when we were little. Some time ago I started saying it to my boys every time we'd pull into our garage, and it stuck. It's our thing.

I was all of eighteen years old the first time I moved out of my house, headed for the big city and an apartment of my own. I held three jobs and went to school. Many mornings I'd get an iced cappuccino from the diner by the el and many nights I'd have a pb&j sandwich with day old bread from the bakery around the corner. The same posters hung on my walls, same thrift shop clothes hung in my closet. But it never was home.

By the next year my dad was parked behind that apartment, with the sticky balcony rails to ward off pigeons. We loaded up my belongings and that little girl bundled inside my big-girl-self. I was going home, headed down Lake Shore Drive, back to Indiana. On our way- with as much love as sternness in his eyes- he said Next time I move your things, it's for good.

And the next time was. A few years later I was coming home from my honeymoon to a brand new house, shingles and carpet color chosen by me. Years later this house had those same shingles but new carpet. And along with the additional "artwork" courtesy of Crayola, the walls now tell stories of babies and heartache and joy and first days of school.

To three little boys and another child on the way, this is home. Someday a truck with their things might head off to the unknown, pieces of my heart along with it, and they will always be welcome to come back, for at least one more try.

We've filled it to the brim, some would say about our little dwelling.

I say, what a great use of space.

It may be small, but it's plenty. And it's home.

Originally posted April 4, 2008

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  1. My grandmother used to say the same thing to me when I was little.

  2. my mom said the same thing :)

  3. On that same note -- when people realize I have 6 children they always say "you have your hands full" and I always reply "but with food stuff!"

  4. My youngest always has a tantrum when we say that to him. It seems he hasn't acquired the love of being home that my other two hermits have.

  5. I say the same thing. I don't know where I had heard it to start.

  6. that is the sweetest post !!!! happy to be home

  7. My mom always said that growing up and now I say it and occasionally my husband says it and makes me the post!

  8. I think about this house, which to my husband and I is just a house. But it's the only home my kids have known. I imagine that they will always have a special place for it in their hearts. For them, it will always be "home".

  9. My dad used to say it too - makes me feel all warm and happy inside, and I can't wait to say it to my little one the first time I bring her home, which will be very soon! Thanks for making me feel so snuggly, and I just have to note that you originally posted this on my birthday last year (before I even knew I was interested in babywearing : ), which also makes me smile.

  10. What a great post. It is always nice to be home when you are content in your life.

  11. Great post!

    I moved my husband and children 'home' in 1998.
    My mother passed away and so we decided to relocate from Tennesee to Minnesota to take care of my father who has since also passed...however, we remain in the home I grew up in - there is no place like it! Again, wonderful post - it made me feel all warm & cozy inside.

  12. Yes, precious. Home sweet home! (And I say the same thing to my kids, too!)

  13. I'm glad you re-posted today or I probably would never have heard this heartwarming story. You're a great writer!

  14. Oh I love "Home Again Home Again Jiggity Jig"!

    My mom would go thru several more lines:

    To market, to market to buy a fat pig
    Home again, home again jiggity jig

    To market, to market to buy a fat hog
    Home again, home again jiggety jog

    My mom recited many odd nursery ryhmes at many odd times, but remembering that makes me smile ;-)

    Maybe I should start spouting more nursery ryhmes so my kids have funny memories, too :-)

  15. I know I'm way behind here, but I just had to share this. I am sitting in the computer room, listening to my Ipod (on random), and as I was reading this, "This Is Home" by Switchfoot just came on.

    Home is not only one of my favorite places, but also one of my favorite words. There is such comfort in having that word on the tip of your tongue. I love home.

    Very cool.

  16. I recently came accross your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I dont know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog. I will keep visiting this blog very often.



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