For as long as I can remember our house has been one with an open door policy.
Long before kids were ever even thought of, friends gathered here more often than not and you never knew when someone would pop in.
Admittedly, it was my husband who created this feeling in our home and it was one I had to adjust to when we got together.
But the older my children get the more I realize just how much I want to be THAT house.
I want to be that house.
You know the one. The one where all the kids want to go.
The house where kids know they can show up and be greeted with a smile and a “How was school this week?”
The house every kid knows they will have fun at; but a house that will not hesitate to call their mama if need be.
The place they gather to on Friday nights to play video games way past their bedtime.
The house that allows mud on the floor, dirty socks and shoes thrown about, and 7 half empty cups on the kitchen table.
The house that isn’t mad when the nail polish spills.
The house that can handle the noise of 4 giggly girls plus 3 crazy boys. At the same time.
The house where there will always be fruit snacks in the pantry and juice boxes in the fridge.
The latest Playstation game.
Extra clothes and a toothbrush for whoever sleeps over.
Extra pillows.
Extra blankets.
I want this house to be comfort and happiness and love. Not just for my two kids but for their friends, too.
I want to be the house that my kids know they can bring someone for dinner that might need a break from their own house.
The house where someone can stay the night because they’re having a hard time at home.
There will be plenty of things I can’t do as a mother, but what I can do is love fiercely, and give you a home that feels so safe and secure you don’t want to leave.
I want to be that house. ♥
Originally posted on www.loveandmarriageblog.com by author Liz Nieman
