Building a Village One Voice and One Brick at a Time

As a mother our voice is often drown out by the wails of children, the pleads from husbands and the inner voices that clog our brain. But on Sunday night mothers took the stage for the Chicago production of Listen to Your Mother and shouted for all to hear, and I was lucky enough to see it in person. 

Motherhood snuck up on me and it has taken me a while to get to that point where I could define myself as one. After watching all those lovely women, and Lou {whose mother was one tough cookie}on the stage, I knew I was in an elite club of very extraordinary women. And while our stories are unique {just like ourselves} We all share commonalites. We can all nod our head during childbirth stories or cry at the heartache of a lost child or experience the anger of a mama bear. 

And of course one performance stood out from the crowd. The one duet. However, they are such good friends it was like they were one person on the stage. I was lucky enough to have a sneak peak of their reading before the show, and as I giggled to myself tears wet my cheeks. See, they were talking about finding friends, finding community, finding someone to hear their voices, finding their VILLAGE. 

As I sat there in my theatre seat, the world stopped. I realized THANKS TO THEM I was lucky enough to find MY village. Granted you all may not live down the street, but...you are here. Only a car ride away. 

You welcomed me into you home, let me cuddle with your children and gave me hugs and words of encouragement.

You have taught me the ropes of blogging and social media, and how to live life BOLDLY.

Without YOU my life would be incomplete. My village would be of one.

So I THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for taking me under your wing, and building MY village one brick at a time.