- Posted August 23, 2013 by
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Where is my home?
Home Is Where I Am Needed
I grew up sheltered in the home of my grandparents, who were immigrants of a chain of islands in the Caribbean, known as the Bahamas. They were strict, but I knew I was loved in their home, and I felt needed. With their children all grown-up and out the house, I was needed to fill a void that could only be replaced by a human being, one that they could mold and nuture. I was HOME! When I completed high school, I went to college in Daytona Beach, Florida, where I met, during my junior year, the love of my life, my husband, Quintonl, Sr. After graduating we moved to my hometown of Homestead, Florida where we rented a two bed-room apartment, and soon after we became the parents of a young son, whom we named Quinton, Jr. This little fellow lit up my life and I was needed. This was HOME. Seven years later we purchased a house, and next came the second light of my life, my daughter, Ericka. I was needed, along with my husband, to show our children the way. The way to navigate in this wonderful and sometime cruel world. I was HOME! After they grew up, married and moved away, I was still needed by my students whom I spent 35 yrs. with, as an educator. Teaching for me was not a job, but a mission. A mission to see how many students I could assist in becoming successful, hardworking, honest adults. I was HOME! After retiring we moved to a North Florida to a town near where my husband grew up. We moved into a sprawling country home. Retirement was OK for about two years, and then I didn't feel needed anymore. I begin to feel like this was not HOME. Fortunately my daughter and her kids moved in with us for a year while her husband worked in another state and I was needed again. Needed to help raise my three grandchildren, volunteering at their school, taking them on outings, reading to them, playing games with them, was now my purpose. I was HOME. After a year they relocated and my house was too quiet to bear, and it did not feel like HOME anymore because I did not feel needed. I enjoyed spending time with my husband and still loved him very much, but I had too much time on my hands I was not happy. My house just didn’t feel like HOME, so I found employment at a local HBC (Historically Black College) and I had a purpose again. I was needed and I was HOME. Presently I am still working at Florida A & M University in Tallahassee, Florida. When the time comes for me to move on from this endeavor I just hope I can find a place where I am always needed, because for me, home is not a physical building but any place where I am needed. Then, and only then, am I HOME.