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Welcome Home

Isabelle has never been a run-to-the-door-to-greet kind of girl. It used to bother me, but I’ve come to understand she isn’t into big hellos and good-byes.

This afternoon, I heard the pitter-patter of footsteps as my keys jingled in the doorknob.

“Daddy! Daddy’s home!” Ari cried out with delight.

“Not Daddy. It’s Mommy!” I said.

Ari rose up and down on his toes several times. (He can’t jump yet.) “Hi Mommy!” He threw himself towards my legs.

“Hi, little guy,” I replied kneeling beside him. “Can I have a hug or a kiss?”

I got both.

I walked in the house and looked around. Isabelle was there. She didn’t stop what she was doing to say hello and I know her well enough not to interrupt. I chatted with Ari as I put down my things. Then I asked him for another hug and he obliged.

Kids are different. Ari gives me grand greetings, while Isabelle gives me casual ones. I’d be lying if I said her aloofness didn’t sting, but not everyone responds the way you want them to in life.

I love these delicious hugs.

19 thoughts on “Welcome Home

  1. Oh I miss those days when my kids were small and could hug my legs! You make an interesting observation about greetings

  2. You know, I had honestly forgotten the moment before they could jump, the way they rose onto their toes in excitement. Your brief description brought back a flood of feeling. As a result, when Isabelle didn’t really greet you, I felt a little stung, too. In fact, I went back at the end to re-read – did she really not even say hello? It was true. Funny how your writing drew me into the first emotion and then made me feel the second that much more deeply. Glad you know her well enough to get it.

    1. It can definitely sting. For instance, when I go away for work, she will often go the entire time without coming to the phone, FaceTiming, etc. It used to hurt me terribly, but I’ve gotten used to it. (Don’t like it, but acceptance is the name of the game.)

  3. My kids show their love (and frustration, and sadness) in different ways, too. I’ve grown to appreciate it, and you have role-model parenting here — I’ve learned it’s about meeting them where they are, not digging in for what I need or want. Thanks for the reminder! (and the beautiful images of the joy of coming home)

  4. Love the photo, Stacey. I also love the honest, sincere tome of all your writing. It is refreshing and engages the reader. I think your words of wisdom here are important – if we expect everyone to react just the way we would to each situation, action, or thoughts shared, we are going to be greatly disappointed all the time. Everyone is different, and that’s okay.

  5. How wise of you to acknowledge the differences in how your two children respond to hellos and goodbyes. I love your description of Ari’s rising up on his toes since he can’t jump yet. Enjoy these moments (I know you do!)

  6. Isabelle is like my cat. We could be gone for weeks and when we return she lets us know that she didn’t appreciate our absence by simply ignoring everyone for a while. LOL

    1. I told my parents about you likening Isabelle to your cat. They agreed that that was spot-on! (And if Isabelle is a cat, then Ari is definitely like a puppy dog.)

  7. What a great topic! A true slice of life because it happens every day. You turned this everyday moment into a chance for reflection. Awesome idea!

  8. There’s something amazing and surprising about how different our children can be. My two sons are very different from each other and have quite unique approaches to the world. I now have 3 grandsons–two are identical twins and all 3 have very different temperaments and ways of being. I love your piece today because it notices and honors the differences, and even acknowledges that those differences affect you.

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