A week ago I was flying across the country to meet up with three of my high school BFF’s. We had been planning this reunion for months, and the excitement of seeing these sweet friends had me up all through the night. I knew it was going to be a wonderful weekend, but I had no idea just how wonderful it would turn out to be.
There was laughter. So much so that we discovered new muscles in our cheeks that we never knew existed. There were, of course, tears, stories and endless conversation. It never stopped. For 48 hours straight. As I have been reflecting upon our time together there are some things that I will be processing for days and weeks to come. However, I have come up with four simple take-aways that I learned from spending time with some of the most amazing women on the planet. Here they are:
- I’m not crazy. Life as a third culture kid can sometimes leave one to feel like a lunatic. Even at 37 years of age. Being with my girlfriends this weekend, who have shared similar experiences and challenges, reminded me that I am not a lunatic. What a relief!
- “Double Switch” is still the best made-for-t.v. movie ever to hit the small screen. Just sayin’.
- I’m a great mom. Yes. That’s right. Can you believe I would have the audacity to proclaim my unparalleled mothering skills? We talked a lot about “mom guilt”. If you have never felt the searing pain of “mom guilt” then I want to know who you are and I want to shake your hand, or give you a hug. I try so hard at motherhood, and oftentimes feel like a failure. Balancing discipline, love, spiritual growth, and relationship building is a full-time job, and then some. I don’t want to be a good mom, I want to be a great one. And what perpetuates the guilt and feelings of failure is every time I look around and compare myself with other moms. We talked about this stuff – our stuff. Finally, we realized that no matter how hard we try to make sure we don’t fail at this thing called motherhood, our kids will still have issues. They may not be our issues, but they will have issues just the same. But they will also turn out okay. Ultimately, they rest in God’s hands. We simply do the best we can. I concluded that I am a great mom. A super, fabulous, top-notch, creative, compassionate, super-woman mom. If you can relate, then go ahead and give yourself a little pat on the back. Believe me, I have.
- Spiritual growth is a slow process, sometimes unrecognizable from the outside. I don’t know about you, but there are many times I feel like I’m running a winless race. In fact, I feel like I’m running myself into the ground trying to prove to myself and others that I am a spiritually mature Christian. Somehow it has become more about me than about Him. However, I realized, as I processed some of life’s challenges and hurts with my friends, that in the moments when I feel like nothing worth a hill of beans is happening in my life are the very moments when God is doing extraordinary things in me. There is no rush in spiritual growth. It is a one-small-step-at-a-time walk. This is not a competition. It is a personal journey.
As I boarded the plane home, wiping tears from my eyes, I heard Michael W. Smith’s song, “Friends are Friends Forever” ringing in my head. How right he was. BFF’s forever.

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was an eye sore to me for three years. I hated it. Because of its odd shape, I had a difficult time seeing its potential to be anything other than a giant toy box with a desk. I rearranged furniture on a regular basis, hoping to make peace with my zig-zag shaped room.

time, but they are well worth the wait. I love our window seat. It’s a great place to flop with a good book or catch up on a little e-mail. There is a place for random toys, shelves for books, nick-nacks and pictures, and ample seating for people. The transformation of this room has been an incredible gift to our family.
Other individual spaces can be created with a little tweaking. In our living room we have a big red chair. It is my special spot. That’s where I have my quiet time in the morning, and where I like to flop in the evening (Joel loves this special spot too, so in the evening it’s first come/ first serve
year I finally broke down and bought patio furniture. In the past it’s been “pay for a root canal…or buy patio furniture?” You can take a guess at which one we opted for. This year we were able to take the plunge and add a little patio seating to the exterior decor of our home. And I must say, I am loving it.









I get asked this question…a lot. Honestly, I’m no supermom, so I don’t usually have a good answer. I guess the one thing we had going for us was that our kids have never known anything but sharing a room together. This is the way it has always been. I shared a room with my sister until we were in junior high. And even then, we would sneak into each other’s rooms every so often just to be together. Siblings sharing a bedroom was not a foreign concept to me, so naturally I always figured that my kids would share a room, too. However, the idea of having my son share bedroom space with my girls was a little foreign to me. This mental block had to be removed quickly because there really wasn’t any other option in our case.

or frustration, regarding small-space sleeping arrangements. You don’t have to fake it, but I would try really hard to work out your own feelings before working with your kids. When you have come to a happy place with the idea, then you can start talking it up to your little ones, including them in the planning process.
care of her part of the bedroom. Because we are working with small space, extra clutter, clothes on the floor, and unmade beds are magnified. For some moms this might not be a big deal, but it is for me. Therefore, my children have the primary jobs of making their beds in the morning, picking up clothes and putting them away, cleaning up their toys when they are done playing with them, and tidying up their room. I believe it is very healthy for them to have these responsibilities because one day they will be sharing space at college, dealing with flatmates after college, and then later on in marriage. What a great skill they are developing in showing respect for others.
well go around throwing all their special things away, as tempting as it is at times. Therefore, I have made sure that each child has a place (shelves and baskets) where they can stow their special treasures away. They each have a place to display keepsakes as well as storage for journals, papers, and miscellaneous items they hold dear. The small space keeps them from saving everything, so they really have to think about what is truly important to them and then get rid of the rest.






season our house was stuffed with baby items (they take up such a huge amount of space). If you are in that boat, trust me when I say, this season will pass more quickly than you can bat an eye. Embrace it. Cherish it. Enjoy it. When it’s gone you may have more space, but you won’t have this time again.



