I have to admit that I was a little worried about bringing my baby home from the hospital. Our home is not like the sterile hospital room he was used to. My partner and I have four other kids, so it's loud, messy, and always a bit chaotic. I was pleasantly surprised when our newest addition seemed to fit in without missing a beat, though. In fact, I've realized there were so many ways my baby was telling me they felt at home.
For me, the saying "home is where the heart is" is absolutely true. I am such a stereotypical homebody, and feel best when I walk in my front door, take off my bra, and snuggle on the couch. And on the days when I don't have to leave the house at all? That's heaven, my friends. But becoming a mom has forced me to reevaluate what "home" really means and, now, it's less of a location and more of wherever my kids are. My children carry a piece of me with them, wherever they go.
Lucky for me, it's clear that my happy place and my baby's happy place coincides. In a way, it makes me feel good to know that my son feels safe and comfortable in the place I like the best. Sometimes, though, it can make it tempting to simply stay home in my pajamas all day and, you know, never leave the house. I mean, taking a baby in public is difficult, so if I don't have to leave my comfort-zone I probably won't. So, it's a good thing my baby loves being at home, and I love it when he shows me I've made our house his happy place to, and in the following ways: