On the day my husband and I moved into our old, beat-up house 12 years ago, there was a police car parked in front of the neighbor’s house. What we came to know, is that this visit with the authorities was about a once a month event. While at the time I vaguely questioned our decision to buy the house, it was not until our first son arrived that I really became concerned.
By this point, there was fairly regular drug dealing going on. Even in the middle of the day, I would be outside with my toddler and cars would be coming and going. Just as we became convinced we need to start searching for another house, the house across the street went on the market. Over the next few years, almost every house on the block turned over. What was once a street of older couples with no kids, is now a rollicking, baseball- tag- Barbie- kickball playing mass of children. I LOVE it! It is EXACTLY what I hoped for when we bought our house.
My boys are now part of a “gang” of eight little boys who roam from house to house engaged in good fun! (Now I know, they all have their devilish moments but for the most part it is amazing to see them all wrestling, tagging and kicking their way through the neighborhood!)
Yesterday, I was granted a very poignant reminder of how blessed we are. I have been helping plan the block party for a few weeks but was running out of time to get the invitations out. I asked the ”gang” if they would go deliver them to all the surrounding blocks. They immediately grabbed them and took off.
About 30 minutes later, they were all back- screaming, laughing and having a good time. I could tell by their excited voices that something monumental had happened. When I went outside, they had an old, run down bike that was missing its back tire, taped to its side was a “FREE” sign. They boys were heatedly discussing how to put a new tire on “Ole Blue” (so dubbed by the boys).
They had decided that Ole Blue was going to be a community bike……everyone from the lowly third grader to the exaulted eight grader would have equal dibs on this bike. I loved seeing the joy in their faces and their excitement over something that to someone else was trash. Best of all, however, was witnessing the community the boys have built for themselves with very little help from the adults. It made me remember how the little things can make life so sweet.
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