Growing Home

Yesterday I was asked to write a blog, now blogging is not my most favorite pastime but sometimes I produce something worth reading. Ha!

Today, she headed home. The last few weeks have been very stressful as trips home can be very eventful. We've rehearsed and roll played all possible scenarios, unfortunately *all* scenarios can't be forecasted.

This moment she is spending time with her aunt and her partner, reminiscing about her childhood, the good and I'm sure the bad. Talking of the present, how life has landed her obstacles and rewards, how she's finally happy.

I'm happy for her. Happy she can finally connect with family, this is long overdue. Little did she realize it would be a woman, whose name was scowled as a child. She finally meets this woman, as a woman, and admires everything she represents.

As she lay in bed, I'm sure she questions all the negativity that was casted upon this name. Why? Why would someone place their negative feelings and thoughts on their child?

As a mother, she's realizes the impact this has on an innocent child. How easily minds can be molded, how this is not fair.

Fingers will not be pointed on this trip and hopefully no future trip-home. Home should not represent shame, only growth. This is how she has grown. Home makes her grow.

I am proud of her growth. Never stop.