Home. A word that can evoke plenty of emotion either good or bad. The Bible teaches when a person gets married they are to leave their father and mother and cleave or be glued to their spouse. I always taught leaving father and mother meant, financially, physically (move out) and emotionally.
Tuesday, 11/04/14 is the date set to close on, sell my childhood home. Pondering this as kind of the end of an era of my life. Dad died in 1989, Mom died in 2013 and now the home is going. In the light of all this and recently teaching on loss, I’ve come to see, I have never left home emotionally. The apron strings weren’t ever officially cut they just grew longer!
During holidays we either “went home,” or I went home in my mind. “I’ll be home for Christmas could always make me melancholy if we weren’t going to PA. I wonder now how much all this has kept me from being fully present and fully enjoying the homes we have made for our family. I am praying about and reading about what it looks like to leave home emotionally and how to do it. I’m ready and willing.
The pictures I’ve included are my granddaughter, Bella putting her hand in my hand print in the concrete sidewalk at 215 E. Central, my boyhood home. The one picture of me hugging my mom outside the home with Gayle at the side is symbolic of not leaving emotionally. The street sign represents the place I always thought of as home.
This situation may only resonate with those that had enjoyable childhoods with really strong emotional ties to parents and family. I will keep you posted on how to cut the ties when I figure it out.