Time to Cry Tuesday – If these walls could talk

Home. It’s more than just a house. Sometimes it is not even the ‘right’ house. Certainly not the dream house. But definitely home. With its drafty windows, ancient kitchen and not enough space… I still take comfort within these walls.

This is the place where the kids came home from the hospital and now come home from college. Where I walked the floors with them as teething, croupy, bronchitis babies and walked the floors again alone waiting to hear that garage door open when they started to drive.

And now this house – that has been so quiet these past months – is starting to come back alive with laundry and the smell of bacon. One kid home, first with a stomach virus and then a with her boyfriend. (21-year-olds get better quickly). And the other kid will be home before Tuesday comes to a close.

Not only have my children been gone, but their friends have been missed almost as much. I cannot wait for the door to open to those man-boys who love yodels and hug me till I almost fall over. Who initial the fruit and leave notes in the cup cakes and whose humor keeps me laughing all night long. I long for a foyer full of big sneakers and the shouting of video games in the basement. I can’t wait to have a late night kitchen full of  young women who want to bake and hear all the plans of the lives they will soon enter when they graduate. I am thrilled to line this house with air mattresses and make breakfast for the masses.

There is now life in rooms that since the summer laid silent. And if these walls could talk they would tell the tales of a family that has grown up here. The years seem to echo in these walls, and as I walk through them things catch my eye that make me smile. For instance, the photo above brings me back 20 years. That would be a drip of Baby Tylenol on the wall in my daughter’s room. We have painted it twice since then, but it would appear that Tylenol trumps Benjamin Moore and it keeps bleeding through. It is a reminder of the strong will she had as a baby that serves her so well as a young woman.

If these walls could talk they would tell you that maybe this family never got to upgrade their house, but they have certainly built themselves a warm, solid place filled with love that they can always call home.

To my beautiful kids: don’t believe what they say…. You can ALWAYS go home again.

Happy Thanksgiving all. May you and your families feel at home no matter where you may be. And may your turkey not be pink when you carve it.

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7 responses to “Time to Cry Tuesday – If these walls could talk

  1. Kevin E. Kronenberg

    That was beautifully put Amy.You really know what you have. Your love and sincerity for your family really comes through in your writing. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours ! *Cherish*

    • i certainly do. although i could live without the laundry ; ) just kidding, my daughter actually did hers before she came home… well trained.

      thanks and happy thanksgiving to you and your family!

  2. I was thinking the same thing last night as my house was buzzing with laughter and conversation. I’ve been to bed LATE for 4 nights running, catching up with our wonderful kids (got Jana last night) with a concert in between. It doesn’t get better than this.

  3. Ivy Mindlin

    I’m crying. and Kvelling. Happy Thanksgiving to all the Levinsons. Love you

  4. That was so touching and lovely! Definitely made me cry over my coffee!

  5. I’m behind in my reading, but must have caught 20 or more of your posts tonight. Loved this one. Hope you are surviving the winter.

  6. Amyz5

    Thanks Penny! Welcome back.

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