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The Power of Home to Heal

The Power of Home to Heal

After eight nights in hospital with my precious little boy it is good to be home, it is good to be in my own bed, away from the noise and busyness of the hospital. But more than that being home brings healing. We have spent a lot of time these last two years in hospital: first with Lucy, now with John. The stress of the environment, being surrounded by the suffering of so many children and families; and the worry and pain of your own circumstances means you leave hospital bruised and battered emotionally- this last admission I met a family about to take their child to a hospice because the doctors can do no more, a little girl left permanently brain damaged from the treatment for her brain tumour, and a family who can spend 50% of their time in hospital with their son with cystic fibrosis, and there was us with our third terminally ill child; life is just plain unfair sometimes I left wanting to curl up and hide from the cruel world which sees families battle through the deepest of pain. Home is a place to be healed, and it was not just for me.

As soon as my little six month old terminally ill, deaf, developmentally delayed baby came home he smiled, he made big happy noises, he looked around at everyone and everything familiar. He was home, he was happy and content, surrounded by all his people. This beautiful and powerful experience of coming home made me cry. This precious boy knows home, and loves home.

A happy Thomas as a baby

A happy Thomas as a baby

And it was not only John who received the blessing of being home. For me back surrounded by the children, Mr Man, the mess, the chaos; but also the peace and sanctuary that I find at home my soul could exhale. My sad heart could heal.

Home is the people who live there, it is also the bricks and mortar which create a fortress against the harshness of the outside world. It is where life is lived in all it’s messy glorious, honesty. Our home is not interest worthy, it is definitely no show home, it is jam packed full of life and it’s messy, it needs painted, expanded, de-cluttered, re-organised, constantly tidied; but it is home to us. And it is safe. It is a place where we can come to be healed- that is the power of home. How sad not to know home as a safe place, a place to be loved and accepted, to be nurtured. How many children turn into broken and damaged adults because they never knew a safe, loving home?

As parents we have the role of creating a home, home is the habitat that grows and nurtures people: children into adults. And it is the atmosphere we create, the relationships cultivated, which make all the difference.

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