This weekend I freed up some time to steal away for a couple of days and go see my mother. After three hours of driving, I finally pulled into her new housing addition for the first time since she moved in. As I pulled into her new drive way I felt gratitude. I was grateful for her, for her new home that God has blessed her with and for finally being able to get out of my 2013 Chevy after miles and miles of mid-day Dallas traffic. She wasn't off work just yet so I decided to give myself a tour of her new home.
At-home is exactly the way I felt from the second I walked in. A smile stuck to my face as I roamed quietly around her walls. My mother keeps her house as though her kids still live with her. The fridge is stocked with our favorite foods, the beds are made up awaiting our arrival at any time, and the drawers are left empty just in case. Her simple, clean, modern taste is splashed throughout the canvas of her home with hints of color added here and there. The kitchen smells like bleach, the rooms like fabric softener and the pantry like herbs and spices. Everything in order and everything in its place. Every single thing in her home is designed to make it's visitors feel like guests. You're comfortable, you're safe, you're home. It's not until she walks in the door that you've really felt at home. When I heard the click of the door unlock I immediately started to make my way down her winding stair case. My mom has a way of making you feel special. Making you feel valued. Making you feel loved. Ask literally anyone who has spent more that five minutes with her. She is my cheerleader and she is the reason I am the woman I am today. She is my biggest inspiration and my forever superhero. She is a wonder of a woman, a class-act and way cooler than your mom or any of your friends moms. I'd bet money on that one. She is a leader, a world-class speaker, a mediator, a counselor, a teacher, a passionate follower of Christ and an advocate. She fights for justice and will not be silenced. She is a Joan of Arc and she never backs down. She's no one's fool and she always lands on her feet. As I ran into Wonder Woman's arms this last weekend, I squeezed her close and said a small prayer of gratitude. She held me for as long as I wanted to -- she always does. She smelled like her signature clean, soapy scent and told me how happy she was to see me. I took a deep inhale and a long exhale. It's good to be here. It's good to be with you -- at home. xxxx
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