A Village

It is Saturday morning, the children have been fed their breakfast and are watching t.v., Mom and Nanna are still upstairs, presumably asleep and I am here at the computer thinking. The thought that is stuck in my head that I am not sure I have processed to the point where I can express it eloquently is: Love.

With all of the extra parents around here, and all of the extra children, I have been considering all the different ways that love is expressed. Why do grandparents associate love with sugar? I can not for the life of me figure that one out. I will not get in the way of that expression, I just do not understand.

I like that my children have to answer to other adults beside Heidi and I, those other adults care about their well being and their behavior, they see these kids as extensions of themselves and it makes me happy.

Not only in discipline but also in praise does love show itself. Nanna brought the two four year olds out yesterday. They went to a show and to lunch and out shopping, I think. I am sure of the show and lunch. The girls had a lovely time with their Grandmother and their Grandmother had a wonderful time with them. Memories, positive, loving memories are being forged and it makes me happy.

Writing about the anxiety I was experiencing, having it out there for all involved to read has lifted a weight off my shoulders. Turns out I was not the only one feeling a little anxious, all of the adults involved have a bit of it. We now know where we stand and are moving forward. Last night we hung around the house, fed the children, and drank wine, it was a very nice evening and made me feel happy.

Here is to a beautiful weekend. Have fun, we will.