Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Her Village

A girl friend of mine just found out she's expecting and while she's coming to terms with what that means in her life she has firmly grasped the "I can do this alone but it takes a village to raise a child mentality" to which I give a solid two thumbs up and hip hip hooray.
Our village is tight-knit. It took a little while to figure out who to keep and who to get rid of. Most of the people in our village have taken what matters most for Layla and put it far ahead of what matters most for them when we least expected it. We're proud of our little village.
In our village people pretend to eat plastic foods, they play with pink cash registers, they call even when you forget to call them, they stop everything to watch the movie Cars to calm someone down for bedtime, they share bites, they share their purses and keys and they share a shoulder to cry on for Mommy or someone to trust to talk to with Daddy.
Now all our village needs is a name...


Janelle said...

It sounds like Laylaville to me! :)

Layla's Nana said...

or Laylaland?