I remember the neighborhood growing up. The kids running around. The moms banning together. It felt like that would always be the way of the things. Moms. Dads. Kids. Neighbors. Helping. Taking Time. It seems so much has changed. Now I wonder, if that neighbor waving to me really wants to wave, or if she just feels like she must be neighborly. Where are the block parties? The chats by the mailbox? The helping hand when someone new is moving in? I have a few very close friends that live in the neighborhood near me, the others...well...we have all shared this same plot of ground for 5 years, and yet, it still feels like we are all strangers.
I have a neighbor. He is a widower who is very serious about his horses. Others think he is ornery, and mean. Well, maybe I see it differently, because in all the years we have been in our home it is he who has brought his tractor over when the snow fell so tall that we could not get out of our driveway, it is he who brings us extra eggs from his chickens...he who CHEERS ME ON when I am training for my half marathon, he who treats my kids like mini adults, he who walks over to talk to us instead of calling or emailing, he who watched our house with the closeness of a watchdog while we were in the middle of building it. It is this neighbor, this neighbor who I hope I can be more like.