Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. Robert Frost
I don't remember when I first heard this quote, but I was in my late teens, and it resonated so strongly with me then, and still does to this day.
Sometimes we treat our families like we would never treat a stranger.
I don't know if it is because of familiarity, or just because we know that even when those who love us see us at our worst they somehow, usually, can find the way to forgive us and let us back in.
And now I realize I am writing using 'we' instead of 'I'.
Because it is painful to admit that I have not always treated family as I should.
I have not answered the phone.
I have not returned a call.
I have said mean things.
I have doubted.
I have ignored.
I have been selfish.
But always, when I extend the olive branch, or turn to really look and listen and hear the other it has been welcomed and accepted.
Once when I had had a very painful exchange with a family member a colleague at work could sense my sadness and upset. He said families can give us the greatest joys, and the most painful struggles.
I am thankful that through it all I know they are always there for me.
And when I come to their door I am so grateful that they let me in.
That they let me come home.