Going Home

Kicking off Small Moments Mondays, a series of guest posts focusing on the little moments in life, the moments that can be so easily taken for granted if we don’t slow down to savor them, is Kris from Pretty All True.

If you’re really lucky, you meet a handful of people in life with whom you feel an immediate connection.  These people are a gift, whether it’s because they make you feel comfortable, encourage you to stretch yourself, help you to laugh, or offer you tremendous kindness that simply envelopes you.  Kris embodies all of these qualities and I can’t believe my good fortune for having met her.

One of the things that I admire most about Kris is the way that she fully embraces each moment of life.  Perhaps as a result of a childhood that offered her far more than her share of heartache or because of the beautiful little family that she has built, Kris savors life in a way that I truly admire.  When I was in the early stages of brainstorming this idea, she immediately came to mind, as she, though sarcastic and quick witted, appreciates the beauty in her life.

Though the first thing I noticed about Kris was her amazing sense of humor and her ability to tell stories that pull you in and make you feel as though you are somehow a part her world, she has a quiet tenderness and ability to make you feel as though you are important and loved that continually surprise me.

Thank you, Kris—for guest posting, for sharing your story, and for being my friend.  I am grateful for you.

Here’s her reflection on a small moment from her life…

Going Home – by Kris

Some of my saddest memories from childhood are of going home.

My home was broken and jagged and filled with sharp shattered bits of unexpected pain and sorrow. It was my reality. And most of the time? There was just acceptance.

And so, at the end of the school day . . . at the end of a trip to the grocery store . . . at the end of a trip to the library . . . I would just go home. There was sadness and fear, but also a sense of inevitability. Resignation. This was my life. This was my family. This was my home.

I would go home.

There were a few times in my childhood when I left our home for more than just a day. It didn’t matter where I had gone . . . the contrast between this other place and my home sometimes seemed more than I could bear. My heart would ache with longing for this other that I could not have.

Then, always, there was a going home.

And as I stared out of the window on the journey back home? My throat would clench so that I couldn’t breathe. The pain was so tight and jagged it felt as though I was swallowing glass. The increasingly familiar landmarks would blur before my eyes.

Going home.

Sigh.

A long time ago.

Today? I drove my daughters to a nearby state park and we rode our bicycles through the luscious humid green. Rode until we were exhausted and sweaty . . . in an enormous loop back to where we had parked the car.

Climbed in.

“Daddy’s making lunch for us, right?” asks my older daughter as she clicks her seatbelt.

My younger daughter answers happily, “Yes! He said he was going to make hamburgers on the grill!”

I start the car. I crank the air conditioning. I switch on the radio.

I drive down the tree-lined path out of the park.

We haven’t lived in Oregon very long, and I still get confused about directions. So I sit at the park exit, trying to remember if I am supposed to turn to the right or the left. Honestly? I have no idea. Everywhere I look, everything is just green.

Hmmmmm.

The GPS in our car? I love it. My favorite thing? There is this helpful touch-screen prompt, and when you select it? The car will give you directions home from wherever you happen to be at that moment.

And so I push it. The little prompt that says GO HOME.

I love going home. Every single time.

And that GO HOME prompt. It makes me smile. Every single time.

So I turn to the right.

“Ready for lunch, girls?”

“Yes!” My daughters yell in unison, “Let’s go home!”

It’s a small thing, really . . . it’s just going home.

But for me? Every single time?

I love to go home.

Stop by and visit Kris at Pretty All True.  Take some time to poke around, read a little of this and a little of that, and wait, some of this too.

Sprinkled in here, and here, and there are posts that take your breath away and stay with you, challenging you to truly think and appreciate life.

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62 responses to “Going Home

  1. What an excellent launch!

    I’ve got a bottle of champagne over here open to celebrate.

    I mean, what can beat champagne at 7:30 in the morning?

    Waffles and champagne, totally.

    Lovely, love post…I, too, have had homes where welcome was non-existant and proximity meant dread.

    But then, the liberation of a home that is truly home in all senses of the word…healing. Re-affirming.

    I am very glad that such a home is yours now.

    • Cheers to the beautiful life she has created for herself and for her children.

      Cheers to having a home to which you are happy to return.

      And cheers to good friendships and unexpected gifts.

  2. This is such a sweet post. So glad that you feel that way. We all deserve to feel “home” however that may be.

    • Home is an absolutely beautiful thing…something that we all strive to build.

      Kris deserves the calmest, most serene home. With a bunch of Maj, Kallan, and Mark thown in to keep things interesting. 🙂

  3. my post better not be next. I can’t compare with Kris’s fabulous writing!

    I love this post. I love Kris’s writing. I love her soul. You are right, it’s so easy to feel an immediate connection with her.

    And Kris? It makes my heart happy that you love to go home now. Sigh…

    • I love her writing too and I’m so grateful that she kicked things off for me.

      Her soul is truly tender and kind.

      And, p.s., your post is lovely too and I can’t wait to share it.

  4. Jen

    I love it when Kris melts my heart.

  5. Gah, I’m all teary eyed! Thanks a lot! 🙂

  6. andrea

    so beautiful.
    add this to my list of “favorite posts from kris”

  7. Sigh. Well done. Really, really well done. Beautiful.

    And so happy/sad that it makes my heart ache.

    Nichole, I’m raising a glass to you in celebration of a lovely serious well begun!

    • Such a lovely way to start Small Moments Mondays…I am eternally grateful to Kris.

      I’m so excited about this series…I love hearing about the small moments…how they are alike and how they are different.

      This is going to be fun.

  8. kae

    pretty all AWESOME
    you nail it, girl
    right into a heart

  9. I need a “Go Home” button. I would love to have a GPS.

    Great post as always, Kris!

  10. CDG

    What a great kick off to your new segment!
    Kris, as always, is magnificent–and also? Not hijacking your comments….

    • I couldn’t have asked for a better way to kick things off. It was perfection.

      Magnificent? Yes. Lovely, absolutely. A gift? Without question.

      And I welcome the hijack… 😉

  11. It makes my heart melt to see the warm and loving home that you have created for yourself. I am such an optimist and I love seeing examples of beauty that have arisen from ashes of pain and suffering. Thank you for being a beacon of hope for others. Oh no…am I waxing a little too rhapsodic?
    Love you!

    • Creating a home, a sense of security with love that abounds and defines, is never created by accident. So much thought, intention, and determination go into building such a place.

      What I would give to be Maj or Kallan…those girls couldn’t have a mother who loves or appreciates them more.

      And Kris? Blessed by those two unique, beautiful, and interesting children.

      Ah…love.

  12. Kris – beautiful as always!

  13. Awwww . . . I am so touched by all the love here!

    And sassy CDG? I never “hijack” the comments. Snort. OK, maybe a little bit.

    But not here, because this was a different sort of post. A small moment, not a story to start a conversation with my readers. So there.

    Love you guys.

    So much.

    • And, just so you know, hijack away…this is your space today just as much as it is mine.

      And thank you…you have planted such a beautiful seed for this series.

      Have I mentioned lately that I love you?

      • I am so looking forward to the series. I love small moments of joy. They are not always the focus of my writing over on Pretty All True, but I love those moments.

        This is going to be an awesome series!

    • CDG

      I get it. I do.
      Sassy is perhaps generous. Thanks!
      Again, a lovely post.

  14. I will always be glad I found your blog and more importantly you in your voice and in all that you share.

  15. Wow. What a great small moment, the feeling of going home. I love it and am glad you can smile now every.single.time. That is awesome! 🙂

  16. Kris, the more I learn about you, the more I believe that our pasts have a lot of similarity.

    I am sitting here feeling that same pain as a little girl who had, at the end of the day, to go home.

    I know just what you mean. Today? I know what that whole “Home is where your heart is” means.

    • And what a beautiful home she is giving her girls…even if they don’t know it just yet.

    • I do believe that you and I have much in common, Ms. Squid . . . even if our experiences differ in the details.

      Pain is pain. Heartbreak is heartbreak.

      And broken is broken.

      Much love.

      Much mended and scarred-over love.

  17. Ashley

    So perfect. There are no words. What a great writer she is!

  18. I love Kris. When I grow up, I’m going to marry her.

    She doesn’t know this yet, so don’t tell her. Or her husband. Or my wife.

    Actually, just keep it to yourself. We don’t want to spoil the surprise.

    Hey, what’s that over there? Shiny!

    *runs away*

  19. Nigel, are you trying to share one of your “small moments” with us? 😉

  20. KLZ

    You both make my heart expand to the point I think it will burst. You’re a fitting pair.

  21. I love Kris’s writing. It’s so clean and honest and refreshing. Great post.

  22. Axel

    I’ve known Kris for a few years and her inner beauty has done well to cover up the scars of the past. A tree falls- the flowers grow around and obscure the stump. It’s still there- just replaced by something more wonderful. I never knew. I never imagined. She’s always been sunshine and flowers. *sigh*

    Love ya Kris.

  23. Isn’t it wonderful that having kids of our own gives us a chance to do it again, the right way- the way we wanted it when we were kids.

  24. thenextmartha

    Freaking love this post. Home. I Am Home. So simple and yet so profound.

  25. Well, I love you both! Nichole…this is such a fantastic idea and Kris just says everything so eloquently.

    Home is an amazing place when you love it – there’s no place I would rather be!

    • I am so grateful to Kris for starting this off so beautifully and I am beyond excited about this series.

      And yes, a happy home is a true gift, isn’t it?

  26. What a beautiful site.
    I have found your site through the #31DBBB challenge and I am blessed that I did.
    Thank you for your sensitivity and wonderful posts.
    Cai

  27. Aww, wow, this series is just amazing, it doesn’t matter that I’m reading it backwards. I’m quite a little late in the comment game here, but this is your typical timeless post, right?

    I suppose getting home now feels that good because it used to be so painful. Thanks for sharing a memorable slice of life, Kris!
    And thanks to Nichole for hosting it.

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