I feel at times i could change the world.

The reality is….i can’t…..

nor do i really want to.

{ i mean…can you imagine the pressure ….}

At the end of my day i like to be able to go to sleep

knowing that i at least tried.

Maybe not changed the world…

or travelled to a third world country…

to feed the poor.

I can’t do much.

I wish i could…..

but the reality is…..

i can do something.

I live in a pretty wonderful neighborhood of older homes.

The neighbors are really fabulous….

we all get along….we help each other out.

A few doors down, a single mother lives

with her daughter in a flat.

The daughter…is the same age as lola…and from here on out…

I shalll call her “A”.

The mother works full time….. there is

no father.

Actually…there was a father….but he lives elsewhere

and when the mother took him to court for

mandatory child support…..

he took off.

I have been helping watch “A” for the last year now….

she comes over 3 mornings a week before school..

and on fridays after school.

My other neighbor watches “A” the other 2

afternoons.. after school.

“A” leads a rough life….

her mother doesn’t have much money…

she gets shuttled around on the weekends so that

her mother can work.

My little family has helped her out this year and payed

for her to be in girl scouts with lola….

we take her with us to dinner…

we let her be a part of our family..

but there are definitely some complications.

She is not used to having a father figure…

so it’s hard for her to take direction when bryan is home….

she argues a lot with my children…

she’s very strong headed {just like lola}…

but we love her.