At least that what Hillary Clinton says. I don't know about a village, but in my circle of friends, I think we believe it takes a church family. I feel so blessed to be a part of this family of believers who bear one another's burdens and share in one another's joys.
Over the years the kids in our church have seemed to belong to all of us. We watched these little ones as they came to the nursery as infants, ran around the fellowship hall at church suppers, came skipping into Sunday School and VBS. We supported their mission projects, cheered them on in soccer and basketball, attended their band concerts, watched them march in parades. We bought tickets to watch them in dance recitals and high school musicals. And most importantly, we prayed for them. In other words, we were an integral part of their lives, and they ours.
So it only stands to reason that when it's time for them to marry, we all want to be involved in the festivities.
I think our Gretchen was the first one where the "gang" got involved. First there was her shower, given by my precious church sisters. Brian's parents were divorced and lived out of state, so enter my "band of sisters" and Voila! a wonderful rehearsal party.
Our church fellowship hall was turned into a intimate dining bistro.
Time passed and Katie and Peter were married. Once again, a shower and a rehearsal dinner.
Did you notice how everyone is smiling? This isn't work, it's family fun!
Last winter, it was Meghan's bridal shower. And yesterday, a shower for Kyle's fiance.
It isn't just weddings that gets us out and involved. There are graduations, proms, college milestones, and oh yes, babies. All of these happenings are occasions of pride for all of us.
Not having sons of my own, I have been privileged to be able to invest in the lives of the young men of our church, as I know the mothers of sons feel about being involved in the lives of my daughters and other young women. These are "our kids" and we are so proud of them and so pleased to be part of their "village".