It’s been a while. I felt the need to take a break from blogging and absorb the scenery that life has to offer. I missed writing and there were moments when I wished I could get back and share my thoughts, but I didn’t.
Instead, I took some time off from work and did some offstanding tasks before heading to the countryside, my parent’s house where I grew up. I admired how they cared for our home and made it glow. Everything was vibrant and green; it felt like home, but better.
It was nice to be back home. To hear my parents preparing for a new day of work early in the morning, to see them. It reminded me of being younger, wanting to take my place and feel safe.
I did engage in work than I did not when I was a teenager and took my position as an adult, but I also took my share of feeling comfortable, of resting after getting tired and just enjoying my old room, gazing at the sketch drawn before leaving to college.
I missed spending time with them and being there, something my mother appreciated the most. I don’t remember having her so close to me when I was younger, and it thrilled my heart to watch her relax into our relationship, realizing that I was already where I was supposed to be and that everything would work out for the best.
It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I could breathe again. There were no expectations, no tests to study for, and no need to be different to satisfy others; I was simply my parents’ daughter, whom they adored and cared for.
It’s all part of the life journey
I remember when I was a child and people would ask me who I was (a common habit for Romanians who want to know whose child it is and you have to disclose the mother and father’s names), and I would always respond with a big smile, „I’m my mother and fathers!!!”
There was something particular about our connection that strangers didn’t understand; we had our special bond and that was all. Nowadays, I rarely have time to call them, and we don’t speak as much because of our hectic schedules with work and chores at home. The feeling is accompanied by sadness, which is why I wanted to go in the first place.
It’s great to see them both happy and working hard. Despite all that arose against us, I have to confess they were excellent tutor souls. I felt strongly that this too, had to be completed, and that I needed to make new memories with them.
I’m not sure whether this is a common reaction, but who knows what will happen next. I want to remember my parents happy and have a recent snapshot of the great times we’ve had.
And so, I left home with my can of longing filled to the brim, said a tearful farewell to the house I grew up in, blessed it, and headed off to face my future and all the amazing things God has in store for me.
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