Home Is....

Last June, we packed up and left Chicago.  We travelled homelessly for six weeks before we finally came to Arkansas and our new home.  Whenever Campbell would feel tired or overwhelmed during that time, she would say "I want a go home!"

Now we've been in our current home for 7 1/2 months.  And still, when she gets tired or frustrated she cries "I want a go home!" Even when we ARE at home. We've tried and tried to explain to her that this is our home. She doesn't seem to want to accept this.

A couple of nights ago Spencer and I both awoke to Campbell's blood-curdling scream.  If it was an intense enough scream to wake Spencer up, you know it was serious!  I ran upstairs to her room and as soon as she saw me she said, "Mama, I want a go home!!!" 

So yesterday, Spencer was playing with her and I was in the kitchen making dinner.  Spencer said, "Campbell, where is your home?"

"I show you!" She said, and hurried off, with purpose and direction in her stride.

"Right.... right....." She said as she walked.

Then she came to the kitchen, wrapped her arms around my leg and said, "It's right here!"

That was one of those moments that make a frustrating day worthwhile.  That make you wish you could promise to have a thousand more frustrating days, ten thousand more meltdowns, a million disappointments, if it would mean you could keep them little like this forever. 

 Campbell's smile, her voice, her slight lisp, her flat "r"s, her sweet little fingers, her excitement, her angry gravelly yell, her giggle, her evil cackle, her need to wear a skirt with every outfit including dresses.  Things I would bottle up if I could.