Last week started off stressful. I had two very stressful days at work, followed by exposure to a shocking amount of ignorance and hatred by some keyboard warriors on the subject of human rights and equality for the transgender community. I had boiling blood on numerous occassions related to the absolute poison people were spewing. I am not one to pick a fight, and am more than willing to keep my lips zipped on a majority of hot button topics. That being said, I am completely unwilling to keep quiet when people herald absolute rubbish as truth and attempt to lessen another human being just because they aren’t a cookie cutter of themself. As such, I opened myself up to dealing with some fairly repugnant opinions and barbs.
A day in the mountains was exactly what I needed to refresh myself and cleanse my soul. Ty had the idea to head out for a day and do a cookout, and thankfully some friends were free. We decided to potluck and convoy up on Saturday.
Ty and I packed up the girls and dog and led our pack of friends up to Beaver Mines, about 1.5 hours away. It was a fairly mild day with shockingly, almost no wind! We all made it up with no issues, and Tyler quickly started a fire while we all got the kids dressed up in their snow gear.
Including kids, there was 17 people and 3 dogs. Sadly, we almost starved to death, we barely had enough food to feed us all.
I am not sure what it is about a fire and mountain air, but it is a purifier. Conversation flows easily, kids and dogs run around happily, and everyone pitches in where needed. The littles were so happy running around in the snow, and although we could barely get them to eat lunch, they managed to grab more than a few snacks off the table in between sledding and tromping through the snow.
The kids managed to rope Asheley into taking them across the way to a little hill so that they could sled for a bit. They all came back very red cheeked, and grinning from ear to ear!
As an aside, I feel so fortunate that my girls seem to love my friends’ kiddos as much as I love my friends. I remember saying to Ash that I hoped we would be able to show our kids pictures in 25 years to show them they were such good friends, even when they were little.
I feel so lucky to be raising my girls in such a community of love. It can be easy for me to get consumed by all the viciousness and ugliness that is in the world. A day disconnected from it all was enough to remind me that there is so, so, so much good and kindness around, and that it will always outweigh the bad. I can’t control what others say and do, but I can attempt to exemplify a message of love and tolerance to my own girls, and hope that they will embrace it.