The Village
They say it takes a village to raise a child. True or not, we have a village, or maybe it’s just an extended adopted family of friends, and I believe that LG is one of the luckiest little girls in the world to have that family of friends surrounding her with love.
From three of us yelling at her for growling like a lion as we finished our choir rehearsal last Sunday night, to our bass player and drummer who came out for her Christmas program at preschool tonight, she gets the benefits of extra discipline and extra love. Her aunts and uncles love her, of course, but they live way across the Valley and we don’t see them all that often. She does see her paternal grandparents on a regular basis, but the people who are most involved in her life are really our friends from church, from her godmother (and what I like to call her godfamily) to the rest of our choir family, she has a wonderful group of people to cocoon her and help her to learn the ropes of life.
Being an only child, these friends are precious. I don’t have brothers and sisters to share her life with, my father’s communication is intermittent and my mother, though present in spirit, is not physically here anymore. But because of the most awesome friendships we have built, she doesn’t really miss out. And in fact, she is beyond lucky to have such a group of friends who love her.
There is no greater blessing than this – to have good friends to share our lives with.
