A House vs a Home
For the last 2 years, it’s just been Joe Payton and me. Spencer went off to college and never plans to return to Sunny South Florida. He does, however, make monthly visits back home. He arrived late last night to spend Mother’s Day with me. I was so tired but waited up for him. Usually, when he gets home he likes to chat about everything and I was tired and just wanted to sleep. Somehow we started exchanging tik tok videos and I was reminded how much fun we have together when I don’t have my Mom hat on. We were laughing so hard at the dumbest video I’ve ever seen, and a zillion memories came flooding back to me of the countless hours of laughter we have had in our home. Then this morning, we were all up together. Me getting ready to take Payton to school, Spencer going to the gym, and I was reminded as I looked at the huge shit pile of stuff Spencer left by the front door, this is HOME. I created this place for my family. There is nothing like the energy of a full house. Yes sometimes it’s crazy and gets messier and dirtier than I like, but it’s my family and their messes. Time just keeps going and this morning as we were all getting our shit together to start our days it made me think of the joys of motherhood. Sure, we still have fears for our children, they still get on our nerves and drive us crazy but we are family through it all. So look around and see the HOME you have created for your family and take it all in, the good, the bad, the ugly, the smelly (teenagers ugh), and the amazing times that make up the family and the home. Anyone can have a house but it takes much more than that to create a home
Hi! I’m Elise Montgomerie, and I’m here to help you cut through the bulls**t so you can heal your relationships, career, and life.
My work is deep — like healing your inner child, tackling your demons, getting brutally honest with yourself — deep.
With grace and patience (mixed with a hint of tough love), I help my clients plow through blockages and finally live the lives they’re meant to live.
