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So, why is it that going home to our parents' homes is so relaxing and feels so good?  What is it about crashing on a couch or eating a few pieces of toast that just calms all of the outside world? 

This weekend I traveled for Tupperware and I ended up at my folks' home for the night and to join them for church the following morning.  As wonderful as it feels to be in my own bed, have tons of choruses of "mommy, mommy you're home," and a hug from my DH; it felt good to lay on my parents' couch and rest.  I think it's the ability to come to a place where I can help if I want to (which I DO try to do), talk to adults without being interrupted for the umpteenth time, and relax in a comfortable setting as myself.  (ya know, not in a spa where there are tons of strangers all around!)
We laugh when I'm home because as I tell my folks of everyday life, they laugh and add in things that myself or my siblings did that was similar.  We discuss important things like what new cleaning products we've all tried or which new coffee flavoring at the coffee shop we've tried recently.  Ya know... world changing things! In the morning, there are no knocks on the door while I'm showering, breakfast that I like waiting for me, and no TV shows with more color than the rainbow itself on.  Finally, there is church.  A time for seeing people that knew you as a teenager, noticing new things in the old building, and most importantly, seeing how God's word is the same rocky foundation it was as a kid. 
After all of that, why come home??  Well, it's the choruses of "mommy, mommy," and the hugs from a husband that 'could really use a break after a night' that brings me back home.  One day maybe, and hopefully, my home will be the home that has the comfy couch and the restful conversation for my children.  Filled with laughter and love.  Thanks Mom and Dad!