We have a five-year old living with us now – a little girl who has had a rough start to life in lots of ways. We plan to adopt her if all unfolds as we hope. She continues to test us out, get to know us, and little by little she is reaching out in trust, and beginning to show us some of the more challenging and difficult behaviors that are a natural consequence of early childhood trauma.
She and Gina watched “The Wizard of Oz” together a couple of days ago. This morning, before school, the three of us played “Wizard of Oz”. Although in high school I played the Lion (my theatrical highpoint), this morning I was the wizard. Our little girl was Dorothy. After the wizard gets carried away in the balloon, Dorothy is left on her own. Our little girl, as Dorothy, lamented, “Now I’ll never get home!” Gina, as Glenda, the good witch, reminded her, “To get home, just click your heels together and say, ‘There’s no place like home.'”
So she stood in our living room, clicked her little heels together, and said, “There’s no place like home.” For her, this is true in a pretty real way. I’ve been thinking about her saying those words all day long.
In different ways, many of us are seeking “home”. It can be hard to pin down what “home” may mean for us, but I think we tend to know it when we’re there.