Writer's Workshop: Who says you can't go home?

Ahhhh..Thursday. Writer's Workshop. I love Thursday. It also means only one more day until Saturday. David goes to work on Saturday, but all my kids are home. Anyways, if you want to take part, head on over to MamaKat's, pick a prompt and write a post. Then, link that post up.

Today, I've chosen the prompt “The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned” ~ Maya Angelou ~

The ache for home for me lies in two places. These two places are places where I know I will never be judged. They lie within my mother and my grandmother.

My mother has been through a lot. She's seen a lot. She's done a lot. The one thing she's never done though, is judge me, or make me feel like I didn't deserve to feel how I felt. I know that if anything goes wrong in my life, I can pick up my phone, and her voice on the other end will be comforting and understanding. She'll listen. When I talk to her about my father, she gets it. When I told her I was pregnant at 18, she wasn't angry. She wasn't even disappointed. She hugged me and talked to me about my fears. I love my mother, very much. Sure, she wasn't always the best example growing up, we all know that, but she overcame, and she conquered and she's risen to a place above all of that. If ever there was a place where I wouldn't feel anything but love and support, it is with my mother.

Which brings me to my grandmother. She's a wonderful woman who has completely supported me in anything I've chosen to do. She's been a big supporter in all of my dreams, not matter how far fetched. When I was 5, I told her I wanted to be a nurse, and she became my patient. When I was 8, I told her I needed space. She had my grandfather build my brother his own room. When I turned 18, she gave me a key to the house and told me to tell her when I was home. My grandfather had a difficult time with this. She had to convince him that I wasn't six anymore. When I became pregnant later that year, she was initially shocked, but stood by me 100%. If I need her, she drops what she's doing and comes to me in a flash. She's always been there to hold my hand and calm my fears. And, sometimes, there's just no one like grandma.