There is always room for one more.

I spent this past weekend in my hometown of Boise, Idaho. And although I have lived in Utah for nearly 20 years, Boise is home. I gathered with my immediate family, 33 of us, to reconnect with one another in the city that made us. And as I was there, I couldn’t help but think of the lessons I learned in this city and the people who taught them to me. 

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The person I think of most when I drive into the “city of trees” is my dad, Bob Erickson. He has been gone for nearly 15 years now, but the lessons he taught live strong within me just as his presence permeates the state and city he loved.

 

All growing up my dad would say, “There is always room for one more.” This belief was no small feat, raising 6 kids in a brick bungalow, but true to his word our home became a meeting place for friends and family.

IMG_4423 (The Erickson Family Home)

Friday night, we gathered for a BBQ in my family home and when attendance went from 32 people to 60 (as friends from youth, extended family, and friends of friends were invited) I couldn’t help but think about my dad and his lesson of inclusion. In fact, I think I heard each of my siblings quote Bob last Friday evening.

IMG_4415 (So many kids were in attendance the Ice Cream Truck pulled into the driveway.)

There is always room for one more. What if we each took this on as a personal mantra for our children and ourselves? Inclusion instead of exclusion. Kind instead of right. Faith in goodness instead of fear of the unknown.

In our lives, there is always room for one more- one more person to love, one more friend to make, one more kind word, or one more pair of fabulous shoes. ;)

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The Erickson Sisters

The beauty of inclusion, specifically with people, is we learn that we are more alike than different and as we embrace our sisters and brothers our own lives and perspectives expand via the differing experiences of others. And there is a synergy of love and understanding that takes place. We just have to be willing to make room for one more.

 Here's to making room for one more, over & over again, my friend.