Raised by Wolves

One of my Mom Fears is that someone will think my children were raised by wolves.  Believe me when I tell you that HH and I taught each of them how to change their sheets, do a load of laundry, and clean a bath tub.  That doesn’t mean it will happen but they know how to do it.

Living in community means being a good neighbor. And I’m not even talking about “communal living” when everybody shares a kitchen and a car.  I’m talking about picking up after ourselves.  I’m talking about holding the door open for people.  I’m talking about not watching Scream at midnight at full volume when the walls are thin.  I’m talking about appreciating each other – whether that means sending Thank You Notes or Thank You Texts.

Because our nation is so divided and so cranky, sometimes it feels like each of us was raised by wolves – which is actually unfair to wolves who are reportedly excellent parents.

It’s disturbing when people are rude – much less cruel – and this is a good day to treat each other as we would like to be treated.  Every religion holds up their own version of this Golden Rule.  We were not created to be insulting or crude or abusive towards each other.  We were born to show love.

And  so – for the love of God – please don’t let your pet eliminate waste in the stairwell. (This is a real sign from one of the stairwells in my apartment building.)

Be kind out there.