I find it so special bringing my children back to my family home. There is something magical about it. It feels like ghosts of the past blend effortlessly with this present moment. While I relish the memories that rush back to mind through the familiarity of scents, sounds, and sensations, my children are creating new memories as they run through doorways, and through the garden in the same way I did.
The essence stays the same
I think about the process I am going through now, getting rid of items that have formed our life, yet are easily discarded ready to be replaced in our new home. I wonder how on earth it would be letting go of this home. When the time comes, and it will come, when mum and dad want to downsize. How will my sister and I come to terms with that? This home is part of our DNA.
I want this for our children. I want them to have this sort of foundation to return to. A place to always call home. A home with a foundation, with walls that hold memories, love and all that goes with family life.