Home of Mistakes

I want our home to be a place for mistakes. I strive to have a home that is safe enough to allow those who live in it to experiment, try new things, not be afraid to fail. I want this to be a safe place. A place where we don't have to fear judgment, condemnation, or ridicule. A place where praise and encouragement are as common as mealtimes. Where gratitude and support are the currency, and bullying and mockery are outlawed. I want this to be the place where we can go to find out who we are and who we are not.  I want our boys to know that they can be who God made them to be, and Mom and Dad will support them on their journey there, no matter where "there" is. I want my husband to know he can let go of stereotypes and norms. That he can be as open and vulnerable as he wishes.  In a house full of men, I think it is vital to encourage exploration into emotions and feelings, and not equate that with weakness or lack of manhood.

I want this to be a place where we can all reach, jump and try to soar knowing that the people around us are not wishing for us to fall, but standing open armed ready not only to catch us if we do, but to lift us back up to try again... perhaps even willing to jump too.  This is my goal.