Choices

Life is full of choices. That's been the hot topic of conversation between my husband and I lately. Well, really it's just been on my mind and he has to listen when something is on my mind. It's part of the deal.

It seems more and more people want someone else to be at fault for the choices they have made in their own lives and I, for one, am fed up with it. Stay at home moms that gripe they don't have money, working moms that gripe they don't see their kids, people up to their eyeballs in credit card debt mad because the guy next to them isn't, and on and on. Get over it people. If you don't like your choice make a new one, that's what is pretty great about life in general. Particularly, here in America.

And what brought this to my mind? We live in a great little town. We watched a spectacular fireworks show last night from the steps of our front porch. While we ate homemade Big Red ice cream- a hillbilly delicacy, no doubt. And you just can't get that anywhere. But we made the choice to live here. And that means we have no Target or Gap or decent Chinese food. But I am at peace with those trade-offs. Because I know the checker at the grocery store, the people sitting next to me at church, and the secretary at the elementary school. I have real conversations with these people and genuinely care for them as I believe they do for me. I am at peace with the trade-offs because people we don't even know stop us and say "house sure is lookin' good". I am at peace with the trade-offs because when my children are out and about without me I know there are dozens of people around this community keeping an eye on them. People, I can drive to the Gap. But knowing who my daughter's boyfriend is in a couple years when she would rather die than tell me? That's priceless.