“It takes a village to raise a child.” It’s a quote that has been used to the point of cliche, and no one seems to know exactly where it originated from. I don’t really care, but I’ve been mulling it over in my mind the last few days.
If it takes a village to raise A child, what does it take to raise six? Or three? A well-coordinated, strategically executed group effort rivaling any tactical operation I know about, that’s what.
Today, my heart is full of gratitude for the people in my group, my village. Mondays I have five children who need to be in five different places at the same time. It just happened that way. Thank you to my sister-in-law Tiffany who will now take J to soccer every Monday. Thank you to M’s teammate’s mom, who agreed to bring him home from basketball practice even though we had never met. Thank you Google, for providing her phone number. Thank you to my daughter, who qualified for the good student discount on our car insurance and can drive herself where she needs to go. Thank you to another mom, who brought my daughter home from track practice, giving me a smile and a wave as our cars passed on my street. I don’t even know your name, but you’re awesome. Thank you to my toddler, who spends hours in the car and is ok with napping there. Thank you to my husband, who provides us all with the opportunity to live such an involved, active life.
And lastly, thank you to the Coca-Cola corporation for keeping me awake during all of this. I know it’s poison, but sometimes its a better option than, say, falling asleep at the wheel.
And to my children, I say YOU ARE WELCOME. Now show your appreciation by unloading the dishwasher, walking the dog, cleaning your rooms, doing your homework, and picking up your
crap things. I love you.