I have always had fond memories of my cabin. It was an escape as a child. Not that children really need an escape but it was the best part of summer. It was secluded far back into the Rocky Mountains in the Sawtooths. It wasn’t one of those cabins where everyone went to a time share on a paved road and enjoyed the ruggedness of only 3 channels on the TV. We had no pluming, it was all dirt roads, and all the electricity and pluming we had was from a generator we had in back. It wasn’t exactly roughing it, seeing that it was still a cabin, but it was away enough from civilization that you could feel free again.
When I grew up, my Mom stayed at home until I was five when we moved to a new house across town. I have two sisters, my older sister who is 2 years older than me and I also have a twin sister. Needless to say we were a busy house. We started going to a local day care center for about a year after we moved in and then our neighbor started watching us after school until my Mom got home from work. She had four kids of her own which made for a lot of fun afternoons. I never questioned how things got done around our house, they just did. Now that I am a Mom, and I work full time, I now know how things get done. Through our community, a village.
To some, the thought of willingly volunteering for endless cooking and cleaning up spilled food, may be the most terrifying thought on the planet. Others jump at any chance to help a family take care of their most prized possession(s). I happened to fall in the second category, and when the opportunity arose to help a single dad take care of his little girl, I said yes without skipping a beat.