It Takes a Village to Raise a Child

Today, I simply want to say how grateful I am for my "village". I do believe it takes a village to raise a child... or two, in my case!

My "village" is made up of my friends, neighbors, teachers, church family... to name a few. Women in my carpool, women in my supper club, women I pray with, women I talk with, women I laugh with, women I cry with.

I am especially grateful for my "village" after a long day of running here and there. A morning of teaching and running errands before heading to scouts with my daughter. Meanwhile another mom in the carpool drops my son of at his piano lesson - where he will stay for a play date til I can round him up again. Arriving home, supper is waiting. We eat and head to church for the evening. The kids work on their Christmas program, I work on my interpreting. For a while, it's a typical Wednesday routine. On Wednesdays, I receive.

On Tuesdays, I cook. Thursday, I drive the carpool, and volunteer at school. This weekend, it's my turn to help care for another child, while his mother is out of town. It comes full circle.

We give.... we receive.... both are a blessing...

Thank you God for my "Village", and Your hand in establishing it.