We have a group of friends. OUR TRIBE.
It’s a rare group.
We all (well, almost all besides the one family that we LOVE DEARLY) have lived within 12 houses or so of each other for the last 3 years.
A couple of them have moved away. But they are still a piece of US and still make the trek to our little neighborhood to join us.
Every three weeks, we hire two very brave babysitters to wrangle the littles (@ one house) while the mommies and daddies have dinner (@ another house. DUH.)
The kids have a hoot. They really love being together. In the way that little kids do. Eating hot dogs and mac’n’cheese and getting super sweaty running around together.
Every now and then they bicker and fight. (OK. That’s mostly our kids…) But they are good little buddies.
The parents share a great meal, and the host family brings a question for conversation.
It ends up being beautiful, funny and poignant in so many ways. A real sense of sharing life – the ugly, pretty and all of it in between.
My parents had (and still have – Dave/Ruth, Mike/Marty, Jim/Betsy) a group of friends like this when I was a kid.
I noticed that. I got a glimpse of that value as a small child. And now we are experiencing it as adults.
The importance of a tribe of people is vital. To a family, to a friendship, to a neighborhood.
Who is your tribe? Who asks you the tough questions? Who loves you and your kids no matter what?
If you do not have any answers to those questions…
Won’t you be our neighbors?
KE
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| It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood, A beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine?…It’s a neighborly day in this beauty wood, A neighborly day for a beauty. Would you be mine? Could you be mine?… I’ve always wanted to have a neighbor just like you. So, let’s make the most of this beautiful day. |
Kevin Eastway 
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