Thank you, Village People!

We’ve all heard the African adage “It takes a village to raise a child.” It has taken an unfortunate turn of events to remind me that I need to thank the people in my children’s village and tell them how much they mean to us.

A Mountain to Climb

After our hike, we ate a great meal and took a pint at a rustic hiking lodge with a clear view of our mountain.  I could not help but think to myself: This is the kind of person that I want to be for my daughter.  This powerful, determined, caring, supportive woman.  We were changed and it was good.

Be Someone’s Village

And, I knew what she needed. She did not need my judgment. She did not need me to walk past. She needed grace. She needed kindness. She needed understanding from one mother to another. She needed a village.

Help!

But, then I found myself fallen from a treadmill at 9:45 at night with bruised and battered legs. “Jerry, HELP!”

Midnight Musings

In order to keep myself awake I’ve been compiling list of things “to do” when no one else in the world seems awake. Simply getting up and turning on the light does not work anymore (plus who would want to wake up my darling husband).