We soon realized the little windows along both sides of our front door would be problematic. When we were eating or sitting on the couch or doing dishes, little faces would peer in at us. Then the kids would begin knocking, as they knew that we knew they were waiting outside.
A friend came over and covered them with some vinyl, frosted sheets within a few months. Suddenly we could finish a meal without interruptions. We could sit in the living room at night with the lights on and not be watched.
I didn’t know how much peace those little covered windows would bring me. I thought I could manage it, thought it was right and good to be “real” and have an “open door” and be “welcoming.” And, it’s true. Those are wonderful things. [Read more…]