I was in the middle of a deep doctrinal discussion with my hubby about the differences between the evaporated milk they sell at 'home' and the kaffee milk they sell here when my oldest interrupted us with a question. "Mom?" His face was raised to us from where he sat. There was something in his quizzical expression. I can't describe it exactly, hope? desire? longing? Or maybe it was simple curiosity. The same kind of curiosity that leads him to streak my side table with reddish-orange acrylics or throw water balloons from our second story window.
Oh, sweet boy. How you do you answer that to satisfy his curiosity and not confuse him more. Love this story. I am so glad you shared it. Thinking about you a lot lately. Know that you are loved
I having grown up as a military brat am very familiar with the refrain of Mr. Furious. For me home became to me wherever my family was at the time. Now that I'm "grown" and married ...a little more problematic, I think because we moved to our new locale less than a year ago I find myself still saying Utah. It should be noted though....I loved moving around, so many wonderful experiences...pros and cons to all situations. :)
That reminds me of my little Audrey. She will turn to me out of no where and say, "Mom, I want to go home." She'll often say this when we are out and about running errands or shopping, but sometimes she'll say this when we are at home. I wonder what she is really trying to say. It must not be a place but a feeling.
I think home really is a feeling, and it's up to you as much as your environment to make a place feel like home when it is supposed to be.
In your case, I'm thinking he just meant "what is this 'home' place you're always talking about, since it must not be here?" That's an easier explanation, and it also means he's probably thinking about where you are now as home, which is what I think you want, right?
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oh dear...;) my sister's boy used to ask her the same thing. Just tell him, home is whereever mom and dad are! :)