There once was a little girl, about eight or nine years old.  Her family moved onto a cul-de-sac in a newly built house in a new section of a subdivision in a picturesque suburb of a large city.  This little girl would go to the newly married neighbors and ask to play with the puppy.  If the puppy was sleeping, she would ask the man of the house to play soccer.  Then more adults would come outside and more kids and even the puppy.  Thus began the closeness of the cul-de-sac.

As the years rolled by, more children joined the cul-de-sac.  Parents stood on driveways as kids did what they do best, running hither and thither  Eventually the five homes produced a total of  16 children to play on the court.  Everyone on the court has their immediate families, but collectively, the cul-de-sac is one family.  The parents look out for each other’s children.  The older kids are excellent role models and watch out for the younger kids.  The cul-de-sac celebrates birthdays, holidays, snow days, and warm evenings on a porch.  Any adult would intercede when a controversy arose during a game of kick ball, basketball, or soccer.  The parents even enforced common sense rules like telling one little boy to get off the roof of the house or catching his little brother who ran out the door naked.  The neighbors evened seemed to be more concerned than a certain gray-haired dad’s family when he fell of the roof.  (There were no injuries – a rose-bush broke his fall.)

This little girl seemed to be pivotal in bringing the adults of the cul-de-sac outside. This little girl, who would change the rules of backyard soccer games to enable herself to win, taught the neighbor she crushed on a regular basis that change happens.   He would have to learn how to adjust and change with the game.

This little girl is now grown up.  Tomorrow, she will be the first of the sixteen children on the cul-de-sac to get married.  Tomorrow, her life changes.  Tomorrow, she moves closer to having her own house on a cul-de-sac. And tomorrow, her husband will learn the rules have changed.



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2 responses to “Changes

  1. Katie

    This brought tears to my eyes Montrose. Very nice.

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