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Mom’s New Home
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Mothers & Daughters
By Audra Easley
A little girl, asked where her home was, replied, “where mother is.”
~Keith L. Brook
I remember being so excited to move into my own place at age twenty. I was nervous and couldn’t wait to take on the challenge of managing my own life. I thought it a bit of an overreaction when it took my mother months to come see my new place. When I’d asked her for the hundredth time to come over, she looked at me seriously, holding back tears and said, “Give me some time to come to terms with the fact that you don’t live at home anymore. I can’t imagine you living somewhere else right now.” I’d laughed, thinking she was overreacting, but later it resonated with me.
Ten years later, I found myself in her shoes. I was newly married but lived only a short drive from my mother and her new husband. All my sisters had moved out by then, but we would still descend on my mother’s house on the weekends and cook and talk and live for a few hours as if we’d never left. We all still had stuff there, our old rooms were there, our memories, but most of all, our mother was there, the same as she’d always been.
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