Home Is…

My first guest post is Tric, who writes over at My Thoughts On A Page  and is an absolutely fab story teller. Married with 4 Kids, she certainly has plenty of stories to share! Below is a story about expecting your first baby, the expectations and reality of it… Enjoy… 🙂


Remember moving into your first house together? How exciting life was? Every item of furniture debated and discussed at length before purchase? Differences were discovered in what you both meant by ‘perfect’. Walls were patchwork reflections of colour cards until at last your house reflected your personality as a couple.


And then you discovered you were expecting your first child.

Such excitement! With barely a bump visible you wander into shops looking at buggies, sterilisers, monitors and baby baths. Once again every purchase demands debate. What is the best steriliser?  Do you want a bath and changing table or the two in one? The safety features of buggies and car seats become more than an obsession.

Then you look to the nursery! Ah yes, your babies special room. What colour will you paint it? Something neutral for sure, as you have already decided you will be raising your baby, ‘gender neutral’. And it must be a ‘calming’ colour, to help your baby sleep.

Speaking of sleep, what cot is the next question? You have a certain one in mind until you see the price, then quickly decide that perhaps there is no real need to rush into buying one after all. Instead you look to small Moses baskets. Wow they are some price too, but you are wooed by how pretty they are. Staring into them you drift away, imagining your precious bump sleeping soundly tucked up under little white and lemon blankets. Returning to reality your eye catches sight of a rocking chair. How perfect that would be at night as you cradle your precious bundle, breast feeding and rocking them gently back to sleep.

It is at this point that those who have had children can no longer suppress the need to laugh out loud!

For while those who have ‘been there done that’ will agree, there is one room in the house a new baby rarely disturbs… the nursery.  The wrapping could be left on the cot for all the time they spend in it at night and as for that rocking chair, it will remain as good as new, serving only as a reminder of the shattering of your dreams of motherhood…

As the days and weeks pass baby ‘stuff’ spreads like a virus around the house, all the way to the car. Your small, zippy, pride and joy is pushed to the limits as you squeeze in a car seat, buggy and changing bag, leaving very little room for the actual shopping you set out to get.

messy playroom1

Months pass and just as you adjust to your new lodger, they begin to crawl. Ornaments, which once had special meaning have to be put away. Photoframes have to be hung up or join the ornaments. Don’t even think of buying flowers.

Your house as you knew it is disappearing.

Now, on top of the baby equipment, comes toys.

How can something so small have toys so large?

Educational toys, chunky building bricks, toys to push so they learn to walk. My goodness even their books are large. Squeaks and electronic noises are everywhere. Just as you think you’ll need to extend the house, your little one gets a bit older and as if by magic the toys shrink.

Now it’s no longer safe to walk in bare feet as you live in fear of stepping on lego or sylvanian families. Tiny cars, soldiers, dolls, and baby bottles litter the house. No room is safe as within minutes of tidying it looks like a tornado has hit.

It is around about now that something new appears. It can usually be found in the bathroom, and is often accompanied by shrieks and palpatations… it’s a positive pregnancy test! Often just as you found your way to the attic to put away the baby equipment.

Do you remember your lovely house, the perfect one you had before the appearance of your first child?

Well sorry to say its gone, forever.

But guess what?

In its place you have a home…



Take a look at more posts from Tric on her blog My Thoughts On A Page, and you can find her on Facebook and Twitter too.






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  1. Florence

    March 11, 2016 at 7:25 pm

    What a lovely article about home and family : the core of everyone’s life 🙂 I still don’t have any children but I can just imagine what it can look like!

    1. tric kearney

      March 12, 2016 at 10:56 am

      Thanks Florence. Glad you enjoyed it.

  2. Karina

    March 11, 2016 at 8:55 pm

    I loved this post, I don’t have children yet but reading this made me excited about the prospect!

    1. tric kearney

      March 12, 2016 at 10:56 am

      Thanks Karina. So glad it didn’t put you off. 🙂

  3. Erickah

    March 12, 2016 at 12:51 am

    This is such a cute post! It is often times hard to remember what life was like before a child. Really a trip down memory lane.

    1. tric kearney

      March 12, 2016 at 10:58 am

      Thanks Erickah. Hope it was a memorable trip? As I wrote it I too began to really remember the way life changed, and for the better despite the ups and downs.

  4. Joanna

    March 12, 2016 at 8:53 am

    Very cute post! I don’t have children so I can’t relate to your article but I did enjoy reading it and I have imagined your words and see the joy in them 🙂

  5. tric kearney

    March 12, 2016 at 11:00 am

    Thanks Joanna. It’s great to hear you enjoyed it despite not having lived it.

  6. Gecca

    March 12, 2016 at 12:12 pm

    I can definitely relate to this! Every household is different and views are also diverse but that’s what makes it unique! I am married with two sons, sometimes I think about my life before I got married, and realize now that my life is so much happier! 😀

  7. Tric kearney

    March 12, 2016 at 1:14 pm

    Yes I know what you mean. Moving in together was so exciting but it was only the beginning. Although it’s impossible to imagine the impact of a baby before you experience it. Wonderful madness.

  8. Beth Kennedy

    March 13, 2016 at 1:56 am

    beautiful and oh, so true!

    1. tric kearney

      March 13, 2016 at 10:18 am

      Haha. Some things we never forget. Writing this brought so much back, especially the reality vs the dream.

  9. Aishwarya

    March 13, 2016 at 6:53 am

    Wow! I still have quite a few years before I have babies but what a wonderful post this was. I could almost fell what you were saying…well we have all seen houses wit babies and we know what they look like! But it was endearing how yo pointed out the difference between a house and a home. You continue to write as lovely as always…

    1. tric kearney

      March 13, 2016 at 10:23 am

      Thanks Aishwarya. I remember as a young mother a visitor who was a business acquaintance of my husband calling over one evening. The house was in a real state with clothes on the floor and radiators and the remains of dinner on the table and floor even though it was a couple of hours after dinner. I walked into the kitchen where this man and my husband were sitting and he looked at me and said, ‘This is a real home’.
      Now, years later, I know he meant it in a good way, but at the time I was so embarrassed as I interpreted it as ‘wow what a messy house you live in’.
      I know now what he meant.

  10. Alex Forshaw

    March 13, 2016 at 9:43 am

    This brought back memories! Especially the cot: it seemed that as soon as my daughter was able to stand up she leaned how to climb out of her cot.

  11. tric kearney

    March 13, 2016 at 10:25 am

    Ah yes, the battle to keep a child in a cot. I wonder with co sleeping and add on beds are the days of the cot numbered?
    I wouldn’t go back to those nights for all the money in the world.

  12. Corina

    March 13, 2016 at 2:48 pm

    Then, just as the last of them is grown and moves out and you get your home back, along come the grandchildren and it starts all over again!

  13. Anonymous

    March 13, 2016 at 4:20 pm

    Now that is a lovely thought. It’s like a second chance with only the good bits. 🙂

  14. Bun Karyudo

    March 16, 2016 at 7:19 am

    This is all very familiar, Tric. The soles of my feet still bear the scars of lego bricks of various shapes and sizes. 🙂

  15. Monroe Bishop

    March 25, 2016 at 2:29 am

    I absolutely adore this post. I have 3 beautiful grown children and I wouldn’t change anything for the world

  16. Roberta

    March 27, 2016 at 4:26 pm

    I still don’t have kids but one day I will and I can’t wait. Thanks for sharing this lovely story with everyone! 🙂
    sorry for late response!


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