Like most couples, my husband and I have a fairly equitable division of household chores: I do the food shopping, make all the meals, do all the laundry, drop off and pick up the dry-cleaning, take care of the animals, make the beds, and clean the house, and he takes the garbage down to the end of the driveway once a week.
There was a very tall pine tree to provide cover, along with a second cover, this one fashioned out of a paper grocery store bag. And there was surveillance. Okay, maybe surveillance is too strong of a word. Let’s just say that I was on the look out. Constantly. For my mother.
As a young mother with our first little baby gazing at me with trusting eyes, I remember feeling overwhelmed with the thought of raising this child safely in this very scary world. How could I keep her safe from physical and emotional harm? What could I possibly do to ensure that she had a happy childhood and a socially secure and spiritually stable adolescence?