RICHMOND (BP) -- My daughter was two when we first arrived in East Asia. Eighteen months later, our son was born with the assistance of local midwives. Even from the earliest days, I loved how God painted on the blank canvas of my family's life using East Asian themes and colors. That was 27 years ago. Now my children are adults who have moved to mission fields of their own. I didn't realize it during their childhood, but experiencing life overseas with my kids taught me meaningful lessons about cultural adaptation, reentry to the United States, and growing older.