We’ve all heard that raising children takes a village.
Not all that long ago, mothers staying home with their children was the norm. As was having a community of stay at home mothers all up and down the street.
These mothers relied on one another, kept watch of each other’s children (even fixin’ up a stack of PB&J’s to feed whatever children remained in their own yard come lunch time), and gave one another total breaks by assuming responsibility for the kids so grocery shopping or house cleaning could be done without loading kids in/out of the car or having them under feet.
Leisurely summer afternoons were spent sipping tea or lemonade and having adult conversation while the kids played together outside.
Grandmother’s, aunts, cousins all lived nearby.
At any given time there were a dozen or more options for a set of extra hands.
AND – maybe even more shockingly – kids more or less entertained themselves.
My how times have changed!
It still takes a village to raise children but more mothers (maybe most of them?) have returned to work. Gone are the days when a dozen or more stay at home moms lined the street of every neighborhood, all willing to pitch in (and having the time to do so) when a fellow mother needed help.
I spent time reflecting on this yesterday, as a held a fussy baby on the heels of 2 hours of sleep (sleep I happened to catch before midnight) the prior night. I thanked GOD for the little bit of “village” we have been able to secure for ourselves (an answer to prayer, no doubt) here in Colorado sans all the family living nearby.
Not long after the foster kiddos entered our lives (though, in the moment it felt like MONTHS and MONTHS and MONTHS) GOD placed the most incredible people in our lives. A fellow foster family with a mama who was pregnant and looking to stay home with her baby. This family needed a little extra income. I needed a break for my emotional and physical wellbeing and ‘foster approved’ child care for the kids.
They invited us over for dinner and we became fast friends. The best of friends. The family here in Colorado we have made for ourselves.
I feel certain we could not have managed without them.
We frequently provide dinner for each other…and wine…and coffee…and other special treats.
Because raising kids is HARD (raising foster kids adds a layer of difficulty) and it takes a village.
It also takes a lot of really good coffee and even better wine.
Enter Stella Rosso.
This bottle made its way home alongside the diaper bag one evening after a particularly LONG week of minimal sleep and toddler behavioral issues.
I’ve loved all Stella Rosa wines that have come through my kitchen so had no fear when popping the cork on this bottle.
What I didn’t expect was for it to totally blow my mind.
Seriously one of my new favs.
A sparkling, sweet, fruity, bubbly glass of heaven on my deck while the littles work to burn off the last of their wiggles (LOL – like that’s even possible with their endless supply of energy) at the end of the day….as I sit in a chair basking in the warmth of the spring sunshine.
Speaking of spring sunshine, sounds like that’s on its way out as yet another ridiculous winter storm rolls in off the mountains.
More snow. More wind. More cold.
The groundhog seriously killed it with his prediction this year, huh?
Anyway, do yourself a favor before the storm, or at minimum, before the weekend, and hunt down a bottle of Stella Rosso.
I seriously doubt you’ll be disappointed.
Side Note: I receive no compensation for the shout out to Stella Rosa wines. I am nobody to them. I just want to share the best of things with my peeps…that’s all 🙂