My brother sent me a text a few days ago and I was immediately hit with homesickness. My childhood home holds nothing but good memories for me; it is somewhere I could always return to whenever the going gets tough.  My brothers and I are so blessed that our parents kept our bedrooms as they were, though my Ma refurbished my room last year and put my voodoo dolls away.


A few weeks ago, my partner was in my parents’ house and took this photograph of my old room for me. My teddy!


It’s a great feeling to know that however old I am, there is a safe place called home for me. And of course, this one too. I was sick, but safe and happy. It matters!


I am amply blessed. This is a short YouTube clip about creating that safe haven for your child. It’s not the size but the heart that matters!