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The trials and tribulations of a stay at home mom, trying to save the world one kid, and errand, at a time.

Monday, May 17, 2010

I am not a nice person. I'm a person.

OK, I am a woman of the world.
I grew up in the city. I was not rich. There were times I had free lunch. No shame.
We moved up, moved down. I floated between socio-economic lines pretty easily. Education does that, but that is another blog...

So now, I am a happy housewife in the suburbs/ex burbs, and life is good. I will not lie. We have our issues, but I am damn happy to be here. So, when someone else is having a rough patch, doesn't everyone pitch in? Isn't that what you rich folks should do?

A friend has brain cancer. It's not pretty. She has a little girl. Time is of the essence. So, the vacation to Disney World has been moved up. To NOW. I knew about this, so of course I write a check.
"Oh Becca, that's so nice"
"No dude. It's normal. It's what you should do. I have it. You need it. Here."
Done and Done


Another friend's sister just lost everything in a house fire. She has 3 kids. So of course I stop what I'm doing and call everyone I know to gather up some supplies and cool stuff so the kids don't have to go to school in Red Cross Standard Issue. Believe me, I saw that crap. Not good.

So, while I was doing this today I got a lot of positive feedback. It was cool and all. But hello! This is normal! This is what we do? Right?

And if not? Why the hell not?

Believe me, in my neighborhood, if someone had a rough patch, the whole neighborhood pitched in. A kid whose grandparents were drunks was taken in when his mom disappeared. Indefinitely. My best friend's family took me in when I was having mom issues. They fed me, took me on vacation. Everything. No questions asked. Grace, who had 5 kids of her own, would make Polish Chicken soup for someone if they had so much as the sniffles. We all babysat, for nothing. Our parents, or someone, would kill us if we didn't take care of the little ones.



And, God forbid, if someone had a fire or a break in. We would clean out or house so the family would be comfortable. And don't get me started on the meals.

I realize the feedback here will be so much bigger than in my old neighborhood. And it should be. We have sooo much to give. This is our job!

I'm not a nice person. I'm a person. It takes a village. Always.

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