It Takes a Village

About two years ago I was accused of being in my white, middle-class, right-winged, conservative, church-going bubble. That really made me mad because it couldn't be further from the truth. I've been meaning to write about it for some time but never really got around to it. There is never a better time then the present. Right?

First of all I'd like to say that I live in the best neighborhood ever. It is certainly not due to our spacious backyards, the ginormous square footage of our houses, or the sprawling open spaces and sparkling community pool. No, no, you won't find any of that here in Mainland Square. For almost 10 years we have lived in our modest little community. I was lucky enough to move in right across the street from the nicest people in the world who walked right up an introduced themselves as we were moving in. The craziness of their home crawling with three, and later four, boys was like nothing I'd ever seen. There was always a LOT of boy things happening around there from wild screaming to just whippin' it out and peeing right there in the front yard. Love it.

Prior to having our own children we would attend several of the boys birthday parties and even a Christmas once. Through these neighbors I met many more neighbors. Once I had my first kiddo I realized just how lucky I was to have such an awesome neighborhood and group of friends.

We are black, white, Hispanic, Checksican (that's Mexican and Chinese), Filipino, Thai, and lots of things in between. All those races are married to the other races so our kids are a whole lotta everything in this melting pot. Me being a white chick married to a redneck puts me in the minority. We are Democrats, Republicans, and Independents. We are Protestants, Catholics, Questioners, and Truth Seekers. Some of us work outside the home full or part-time and some of us stay home all the time. When life has required mom to go to work and dad to stay home, those dads have jumped right in the scene and held their own. We have one kid, and we have four kids. We have had our share of ups and downs. We have carried each other through some of the lowest points in our lives and celebrated with each other during the victories. We've endured loss, stood firmly united in our fears, and partied hard during good times (and bad if needed). Occasionally we've eaten our way through or out of situations! I know, without a doubt, that I can call upon these people anytime, anywhere, and I will have a last minute babysitter, an extra disciplinarian, a cheerleader, a stylist, an organizer, a teacher, a seamstress, a comedian, a gardener, a landscaper, or even an occasional egg or a cup of sugar.

I have seen this neighborhood rally around one another during a crisis or time of need and I count my blessings every day. It's just that good to live here that those who have moved away miss the hood dearly...and some even move back! Sure, it isn't utopia around here all the time, but we've all learned the art of respect, forgiveness and apologies...That and a cup of coffee (or beer, or wine, or an apple martini) goes a long way. I love you all so very much. I am a better person because of each and every one of you.