Five Minute Friday: Comfort


So many times writing prompts bring my thoughts to childhood memories. But lately, I seem to be slipping back into a time of suspended youth without prompting, meditating on a life already lived. I look at my children and wonder what memories they will hold on to for the rest of their lives.

0225696634023I can still smell the sweet grape scents of the Mountain Laurel trees, and the rich perfume of floating magnolia flowers in the center of our kitchen table. I miss things like a house full of people eating my mother’s amazing food, drinking good wine and listening to jazz music. I close my eyes and I am transported back to a house that would take up only a fraction of the house my children live in today, rooms so close you could hear every conversation, feel every emotion. I wonder how long I’m going to consider Texas my home, even though I’ve now lived in Michigan for more than  a decade. I am surprised at how comforting it is to remember pots of herbs and blooming Lantana bushes decorating my mother’s garden.

And then I realize, it isn’t the thinly leafed trees, or the hot summer sun that I cling to, it’s my family. I hold tight to so much from Texas because that is where I most picture my mom. And even though my parents have moved to Virginia, that place with the olive-green carpet, dingy linoleum and orange counter-tops, will always be a place that brought me the most comfort in my life.

9 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday: Comfort

  1. Made me weepy. I still think of that house as home, too, because that is where we raised our three beautiful kids. I wish I didn’t love you so much so being away from you wouldn’t be so painful! But there is no remedy for that because I will always love you that much and more. I think that’s why Connecticut and Fairfield will also feel like home to me because that’s where I picture my mom and dad and siblings. Life is bittersweet. Love this post. Love you.

  2. Hey Emily. I love your blog. I just started my own. You are one of the inspiring factors of finally going ahead and doing it. I’m not a writer, it’s just from the heart. But I would be honored if you would check it out and let me know what you think.

  3. I loved this. Home is a complicated thing in our household…we’ve moved a lot, including a stint overseas. My mother still lives in the house I grew up in, and there is something about returning there that’s special. I guess in my heart that’s home.

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