I spent some of my best years as a parent there, from 2004 to 2009, homeschooling my kids and living in a street with 14 kids in 5 houses. We three had kids the same age, and bonded over many dinners, parties, movie screenings, play sessions, pool dippings, and kids' growing pains. We survived our own idiosyncracies and managed to live together closely, ultimately cherishing relationship over everything else despite bumps along the way.
We popped in and out of each other's homes with the greatest of ease since we had connecting gates in our side fences. We exchanged baked goodies and stepped in to rescue stranded kids. We laughed together more than we cried because those really were fun days when the kids were young and our idyllic lives stretched before us. We, too, were young.
We disbanded and left the camp because we had no choice, but we have kept in touch and meet up whenever we can. Every encounter is so precious. We pick up where we left off, talk about the kids and our own projects, and where we are headed in life.
I am so happy that my friends are doing well. I couldn't wish for anything better than to know that they are happy on their own journeys, and their kids are growing beautifully.
Once there were 3 lady neighbours, and though they grew apart "geographically", they stayed close at heart. Love knows no bounds, really, especially the love of those who knew us once when life seemed a dream and who continue to love us when we have awakened from our slumber. In our 50's and so much more grown as persons than we ever were, we are at peace with ourselves, and the world. Thank you for your spontaneously combusted visit, it was awesome! So blessed, and so grateful.
Thanks for reading,
Pav
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