One of the annual fall festivities is Homecoming. It’s a time when alumni come back to root on their high school or college teams one more time. It’s a time to welcome back old friends. And it’s a time to celebrate the fact that family and friends made it safely home and are here to celebrate with us. After forty some years on the planet, I’ve come to realize that every homecoming should be a time of celebration.
I realize that my kids have to grow up and, hopefully, I’ve equipped them with the skills they need to make smart decisions: to not drive drunk, to not get in the car with someone who has been drinking, to not do drugs, to stay out of bad parts of town, etc.. However, as a parent, I realize that all too often all the right choices can be undone by one wrong choice made by someone else.Having someone to come home to is one of the most blissful feelings on earth. I remember one night when I was driving home in a torrential downpour. I couldn’t even tell whether or not I had the car on the road and there was no one else on the road whose tail lights I could follow. I slowed down and prayed that I’d make it home in one piece. Walking into the door, I was greeted by a tight hug from my worried husband and the sight of white candles burning on the table as a prayer for my safe return. I never felt more loved and cared for than I did at that moment.