A home isn't something I felt like I ever had growing up. Of course I had a house. But my parent's were never really around. My mother was an alcoholic and my stepfather was on drugs. It was just my brother, sister and I most of the time. I always did my best to make it a home, but I was just a kid. I never felt like home.
So when I had children of my own, I was deadset that it didn't matter if I was married, single, divorced, widowed, working, not working, disabled. Whatever my case may or may not be I was (and I am still) determined as ever to make sure my children have a place to call home. We have lived in the same house for roughly a year and a half. I have made sure that my children have attended the same school since Kindergarten and I make sure that my children have stability, which is something I never felt like I had.
I believe that a house is built with hands, but a home is built with heart. You can be anywhere and have a house, but to have a home. It takes a lot of heart. I have family pictures everywhere. I also have my children's drawings and pictures all over the place. I have my "homemade" things that my children have made for me, all over the place. I believe that these are the important things that make a home, the things that come from the heart and the things that are made from the heart. That is what a home is all about.
And that is something I hope I bestow upon my children and my future grandchildren as well.