Okay, I think this blogging is becoming addictive. It's even better than facebook....
....ummmmm....maybe that's not a good thing???
Actually I've had to fast a couple of time from facebook because it became such an obsession. My Magnificent Obsession can be only One! So when I lie in bed and think about what I want my next blog, I think I'm obssessed with this blogging obsession.
Whew, that was a mouthful.
So for now I just want to show you one thing...my den/living room. Because I live in a 1050 sq ft house, I have both in one. I think I've made it work just fine. I'll tell you how.
My kids grew up in this house. We thought about selling it when my parents died a few months ago, but who can sell 27 years of memories at our age when most people are downsizing anyway. I got to thinking about the benefits of my kids growing up in a small house...
1. We could hear between the walls-that meant that I could eavesdrop on my kids and their friends' conversations. Not that I tried! You couldn't help it. So, you know what that meant...Nothing gets past mama!
2. There was no place to hide when you got mad at each other except to the bedroom or the bathroom and who wanted to stay there when you knew mama was on the other side of the door. So, we worked out our problems. We talked.
3. There was no sneaking in the door at night because I didn't sleep well. It wasn't that I was waiting up for them. I couldn't sleep, and there was no where else to sit except in the den/living room. So they knew that when they got home, I would be up. So that meant, no alcohol or smoke filled breath or clothes because mama would know!
4. When I think about it, the small space was actually a good thing. We were always together, friends or no friends. There usually were many friends and other kids because we were youth directors at our church. We couldn't afford TVs for every bedroom so we all watched the same things.
5. Since the walls were close and thin, I could hear them, but they could also hear me. The conversation every night when my son was young went something like this..."Mama?" "Yes, Chad?" He could hear noises. "Are you praying?" He wanted to make sure those noises were me! "Yes, Chad." With a sigh of relief that it wasn't the booger man (That's what we called monsters) ,"Okay, I thought so."
So while their friends lived in 2-story homes with big rooms and large petitions, I'm kinda thankful that my kids grew up in a small home. Small space created large room in our hearts for each other.