My work week has ended, and I am restless. More and more my caseload seems to be driven by the headlines. The past two weeks have brought to light a number of domestic violence situations in the homes of my students. My mind swirls with the stories I have heard, and sleep aludes me.
Merriam-Webster describes the phrase at home:
1: relaxed and comfortable : at ease 2 : in harmony with the surroundings
3: on familiar ground
Too few young people are growing up feeling relaxed and comfortable. They cannot feel at ease in a home where violence might erupt at any moment. Harmony is in short supply, and volatility is all too familiar ground for scores of young people in American homes.
I find myself walking the floor in the wee small hours this morning. As I include my students in my prayers, I can't help but recognize how fortunate I am in contrast with what others experience. There is no reason I should lead such a charmed existence when others struggle. I cannot explain it, but I can respond with gratitude.
I grew up in a home free from violence.
My husband grew up in a home free from violence.
My children grew up in a home free from violence.
My husband provides a role model of masculinity without machismo.
My home is relaxed and comfortable.
My family is at ease and in harmony.
My work has meaning.
I have been given the opportunity to connect with young people.
I have the privilege of seeing first hand the love of young people for their families.
I have the privilege of supporting young people looking for ways to live lives free from violence.